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?”

normal man, and indeed he did want to sleep with Quintessa, but, when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found

a goody two shoes, you’ve got the

that didn’t mean everything before could be forgiven.

face, bloodshot eyes, and that mocking twist of her lips, he swallowed his anger, unable to let

“Fine, you’re no goody two–shoes, and I’m fucking innocent, okay? Let’s just

up the blanket and turning his back, clearly done

glanced at the

replaying the most dangerous moment of the day.

should thank Tyrone.

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

Tyrone lay back–to–back, just like that day at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm

eyes, thinking of Roxanne, how should she take revenge

to waste? She was plotting various method; she couldn’t

settled on her waist – Tyrone’s arm pressing over her

Damn it!

you said you’re innocent? Then have