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,

door closed, and the room fell into a deep silence. The stillness was so

had been restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had only one purpose: to see how far he could

heart, she had

somewhat joyous laugh, as if she had guessed something.

in her grasp. It was just a matter of time.

precisely at this moment that she must not relax her stance. She had to constantly remind Tyrone of her indifference, to fuel his frustration at not

and with time, obsession can transform into something else

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

Quintessa notice that she had various abrasions on her body, which Tyrone had already treated with ointment. She paused for a

indifferent; such wounds were all too familiar, and they were barely a cause

decided

the door, she

against the wall opposite her door, surrounded by a pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his

hadn’t expected this. She thought that under those circumstances, enraged as Tyrone was, he would have left immediately and not

strode towards her with a scowl. Expecting he intended to hit her,