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?”

it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say them out loud, feeling like it was

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

saving her, but that didn’t mean everything before could

and that mocking twist of her lips, he swallowed his anger, unable to let it

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

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

rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock it was past

mind replaying

theoretically, she should thank Tyrone.

the resentment she harbored

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

eyes, thinking of Roxanne, how should she take revenge on that woman?

she didn’t deal with her properly, wouldn’t all her efforts have gone to waste? She was plotting

on her waist – Tyrone’s

Damn it!

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