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.

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

into a deep silence.

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

heart, she had to breach

laughed, a somewhat joyous laugh, as if

completely in her grasp. It

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

obsession, and with time, obsession

so was her tongue, the palms of her hands, and her feet. Unable to sleep,

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

too familiar, and they

herself. Glancing at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was

she opened the door,

leaning against the wall opposite her door, surrounded by a pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but

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

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