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

a deep silence. The stillness was so profound that

restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had

had

joyous laugh, as if she had guessed

later, would be completely in her grasp. It

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

and with time, obsession can

face ached, so was her tongue, the palms of her hands, and her feet. Unable

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

wounds were all too familiar, and they were barely a

herself. Glancing at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was time to go to the police station.

the door, she

surrounded by a pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but his

have left immediately and not stopped. Yet here he was, waiting outside her door all night.

to hit her, Quintessa braced for a fight, only for Tyrone to snort coldly, “Move