Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 122

Tyrone had been unusually well–behaved these past few days, not bothering Quintessa at all.

However, the way he looked at Quintessa was different, making her suspect that he might be up to no good again. After all, Quintessa had put him in his place before, implying he was less desirable than a movie.

They were living in a state of cautious coexistence, sharing a bed but exchanging hardly a word.

Every night, Quintessa would cocoon herself in the comforter, a clear barrier between them. Yet, morning after morning, she’d wake to find his limbs sprawled over her. Every day, Quintessa was awakened by his weight. Each time she woke up, she was very grumpy and kicked him.

When het kick startled him awake, he’d just blink at her, still half in dreamland, and grumble, “Sleep!”

That day, they wrapped up at nine, a bit earlier than the previous days. Quintessa was eager to hit the sack and whipped through her makeup removal routine.

several other actresses huddled in a gossiping

she prepared to leave, someone finally asked, “Quinn, I heard that someone has seen a man entering and leaving your room for several nights. Don’t

friends here,”

am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in your

up, but only

him out then, let us have a look and give you

him to meet you. The real talent would be if you dared to bring your men

truth be told, they really

a heartbreaker–the men on set were

the world. Are you so sure that once you bring your man

raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, “The man in my room is very picky,

knock. The escalating tension in the dressing room was interrupted by a knock on the door.

standing at the threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his

at Quintessa, “Ready

into sudden silence, everyone looking at