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.

dressing room, several other actresses huddled in a gossiping

she prepared to leave, someone finally asked, “Quinn, I heard that someone has seen a man entering

friends here,”

tone dripping with disdain, “Yeah, I am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in your bed, is he? Why do

words shut them up, but only for a second.

a look and give you our

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

be told, they

Quintessa was a siren, a heartbreaker–the men on set

confident, as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you so sure that once you

my room is very picky, yet he happens to like me. You lot wouldn’t

dressing room

shades obscuring his eyes. presence so bright it fought off

at Quintessa, “Ready to go?”

fell into sudden silence, everyone