Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 129

At this moment, Tyrone was a tangled mess of emotions, wrestling with the all–consuming question: to eat or not to eat?

Tyrone endured extreme agony. Suddenly, he wondered, why he should he suffer this much? He had saved Quintessa, and that incident from before was now water under the bridge. She had been flirting outrageously, and if he didn’t assert himself now, could he even call himself a man?

Besides, why should a man like him demean himself for a woman like this?

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After realizing this, Tyrone suddenly leaned over and pinned Quintessa beneath him, his hands tearing at her clothes.

Quintessa laughed, releasing her grip. Her laugh was full of disdain and mockery, as if to say: I knew it, you’re no saint.

He abruptly let go of Quintessa, rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes and shoes, and left the room without looking back.

the room fell into a deep silence. The stillness was so profound that Quintessa could scarcely hear her

the bed, Quintessa’s feelings were complex. She knew Tyrone had been restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had only one purpose: to see how far he

man’s heart, she had to breach all his boundaries.

moment, Quintessa laughed, a somewhat joyous laugh, as

completely in her grasp. It was just a

stance. She had to constantly

with time, obsession can transform into something else entirely.

her tongue, the palms of her hands, and her feet. Unable to sleep, she rose to

notice that she had various abrasions on her body, which Tyrone had already treated with ointment. She paused for a moment before turning on the tap. The hot water that flowed over

were all too familiar, and

dressed herself. Glancing at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was time

opened the door,

pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but his bloodshot eyes conveyed a clear message:

She thought that under those circumstances, enraged as Tyrone was, he would have left immediately and not stopped. Yet here he was, waiting

intended to hit her, Quintessa braced for a