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 the room without looking back.

into a deep silence. The stillness was so profound that Quintessa could scarcely

had been restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had only one purpose: to

capture a man’s heart, she had to

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

her grasp. It was just a

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

obsession, and with time, obsession can transform into

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

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

wounds were all too familiar, and they

her poor complexion, she decided it

opened the door,

surrounded by a pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to

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

intended to hit