Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 128

Quintessa scoffed offhandedly. “Oh, thanks”

“That’s 11?”

With a click, Quintessa switched on the bedside wall lamp.

The dim light was comforting, but Quintessa’s eyes were piercing. She said, “What else do you want then? to get in bed?”

Her tongue was full of bite wounds, and when she first woke up, all she felt was a headache.

Now, as her mind was becoming clearer, the pain from the wounds on her tongue began throbbed with each word, especially she spoke, her teeth grazing the tender spots made it even more painful.

Tyrone was at a loss for words, exasperated, “Quintessa, do you even know what gratitude is?”

sleep with Quintessa, but, when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say them out

at you, Mr. York, you’re still playing the saint? If you’re looking for a

Tyrone saving her, but that didn’t

Quintessa’s weary face, bloodshot eyes, and that mocking twist

goody two–shoes, and I’m fucking innocent, okay? Let’s just sleep,”

lay down, pulling up the blanket and turning

glanced at the

down, unable to sleep, her mind replaying the most dangerous moment

should thank Tyrone.

she couldn’t say it out. It wasn’t petulance; it was the resentment she harbored for this man

like that day at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm

how should she take revenge on

to waste? She was plotting various method; she couldn’t swallow this resentment without

her waist – Tyrone’s arm pressing over her

Damn it!

you’re innocent? Then have the guts to not stick close.”