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 circle, casting

a man entering and leaving your room for several nights. Don’t tell me you’re secretly keeping a man?”

all friends here,” another chimed

keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in your bed, is he?

but only for a second.

bring him out then, let us have a look and

deal for him to meet you. The real

actresses; truth be told,

point of view, Quintessa was a siren, a heartbreaker–the men

woman in the world. Are you so sure that once

man in my room is very picky, yet he

escalating tension in the dressing room was interrupted by

turned to find a man standing at the threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring

Quintessa, “Ready

sudden silence,