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.

other actresses huddled in a gossiping circle, casting glances her

heard that someone has seen a man entering

friends here,” another

I am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in your bed, is he? Why do you care so much?

up, but only for a

and give you our opinion, in case he’s a jerk.”

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

actresses; truth be told, they really

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

really confident, as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you

“The man in my room is very picky, yet

in the dressing room was interrupted by a knock

shades obscuring his eyes. presence so bright it fought off the darkness of

looked at Quintessa, “Ready to go?”

room fell into sudden