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.

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

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

Quintessa’s feelings were complex. She knew Tyrone had been restraining himself, and her repeated

had to breach all

joyous laugh, as if she

would be completely in her grasp. It

moment that she must not relax her stance. She had to constantly remind

breeds obsession, and with time, obsession can transform into something else

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

notice that she had various abrasions on her body, which Tyrone had already treated with ointment.

all too familiar, and they were

poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was time to go to the police

opened the door, she

lifted his weary

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

straight and strode towards her with a scowl. Expecting he intended to hit her, Quintessa braced for a fight, only for