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.

instantly evaporated all of Tyrone’s desires. He abruptly let go of Quintessa, rolled off

a deep silence. The stillness was so profound that Quintessa could scarcely hear her own

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

heart, she had to breach all

Quintessa laughed, a somewhat joyous laugh, as

in her grasp. It

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

and with time, obsession can transform into something

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

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

were all too familiar, and they were barely

decided it was passable–it was time to go to

opened the door, she

He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but his bloodshot eyes conveyed a clear message:

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

to hit her, Quintessa braced for a