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.

huddled in a

leave, someone finally asked, “Quinn, I heard that someone has seen a man entering and leaving your room for several

friends here,” another chimed

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 you care so

up, but only

out then, let us have a look and give you our opinion,

a big deal for him to meet you. The real

be told, they really didn’t dare.

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

as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you so sure that once you bring your man out,

raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, “The man in my room is very picky, yet he happens to like me. You lot wouldn’t

escalating tension in the dressing room was interrupted

threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes. presence so bright it fought off the darkness of the night.

looked at Quintessa, “Ready

dressing room fell into sudden silence,