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.

the dressing room, several other actresses huddled in a gossiping circle,

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

all friends here,” another

with disdain, “Yeah, I am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping

words shut them up, but only

have a look and give you our opinion, in case he’s

“It’s not a big deal for him to meet you. The real talent would be if

the actresses; truth be

of view, Quintessa was a siren, a heartbreaker–the men on set were

“You’re really confident, as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you so sure that once you bring your man out, he will

is very picky, yet he happens

the dressing room was interrupted by a knock on the

casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes. presence so bright it fought off

at Quintessa, “Ready to go?”

into sudden