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.

all of Tyrone’s desires. He abruptly let go of Quintessa, rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes and shoes, and

a bang, the door closed, and the room fell into a deep silence. The stillness was so profound that Quintessa could scarcely hear

were complex. She knew Tyrone had been restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had only one purpose: to see how

heart, she had to breach

a somewhat joyous

sooner or later, would be completely in her grasp. It was just

not relax her stance. She had to constantly remind Tyrone

with time, obsession can

the palms of her hands, and her

shower did Quintessa 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

Quintessa’s expression was indifferent; such wounds were all too familiar, and they were barely a cause for

broke, and Quintessa dressed herself. Glancing at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was

she opened the door, she

He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but

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

a scowl. Expecting he intended to hit her,