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 gossiping circle, casting glances

to leave, someone finally asked, “Quinn, I heard that someone has seen a man entering and leaving your room for several nights. Don’t

we’re all friends here,” another

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

words shut them up, but

have a look and give you our opinion, in

a big deal for him to meet you. The real talent would be if you dared to

truth be

point of view, Quintessa was a siren, a

world. Are you so sure that once

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

to find a man standing at the threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes. presence so

at Quintessa, “Ready

room fell into sudden silence,