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

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

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

heart, she had to breach all his

a moment, Quintessa laughed, a somewhat joyous laugh, as if she had guessed

completely in her grasp. It was just a

had to constantly remind Tyrone of her indifference, to fuel his frustration at not

with time, obsession can transform into something

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

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

was indifferent; such wounds were all too familiar, and they were barely

Quintessa dressed herself. Glancing at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was time to go to

opened the door,

his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank, but his bloodshot eyes conveyed a clear message: You’re damn

left immediately and not stopped. Yet here he was, waiting outside her door all night. Her emotions were a blend

intended to hit her, Quintessa braced for a fight, only for Tyrone to snort coldly,