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.

actresses huddled in a gossiping circle, casting glances her

heard that someone has seen a man entering and leaving your room for several nights.

friends here,” another chimed in.

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

up, but only for

and give you our opinion, in

leisurely, “It’s not a big deal for him to meet you. The real

immediately silenced the actresses; truth be told, they really didn’t

a siren, a heartbreaker–the men on set were exceedingly indulgent

world. Are you so sure that once you bring your

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

in the dressing room was interrupted

the threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes. presence

Quintessa, “Ready to

sudden