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.

let go of Quintessa, rolled off the bed,

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

slumped onto the bed, Quintessa’s feelings were complex. She knew Tyrone had been restraining himself, and her repeated provocations had only one purpose: to see how far he could

she had to

moment, Quintessa laughed, a somewhat joyous laugh,

in her grasp. It was just a

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

time, obsession

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

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

all too

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

she opened the door,

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

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

he intended to hit her,