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

you, Mr. York, you’re still playing the saint? If you’re looking for a goody two shoes, you’ve got the wrong girl.

her, but that didn’t mean everything before

that mocking twist of

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

down, pulling up the blanket and turning his back, clearly done with the

at the

her mind replaying the most

should thank Tyrone.

it out. It wasn’t petulance; it was the resentment she harbored for this man in her heart, the humiliation that day she couldn’t

at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm of

of Roxanne, how should she take revenge

with her properly, wouldn’t all her efforts have gone to waste? She was plotting various method; she couldn’t swallow this resentment without acting on

– Tyrone’s arm

Damn it!

Then have the guts to not stick close.”