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.

rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes and shoes,

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

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

man’s heart, she had to breach all his boundaries.

joyous laugh, as if she had

later, would be completely in her grasp.

her stance. She had to constantly remind Tyrone of her indifference, to fuel

with time, obsession can transform into something else entirely.

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

already treated with ointment. She paused for a moment before turning on the tap. The hot

such wounds were all too familiar, and

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

opened the door,

lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his

was, he would have left immediately and not stopped. Yet here he was, waiting

with a scowl. Expecting he intended to hit her, Quintessa braced for a