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.

of Tyrone’s desires. He abruptly let go of Quintessa, rolled off the bed, grabbed

room fell into a deep silence.

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

capture a man’s heart, she had to breach all his

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

would be completely in her grasp. It was just a matter

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

with time, obsession can

was her tongue, the palms of her hands, and her

her body, which Tyrone had already treated with ointment. She paused for a moment

all too familiar, and they were barely a cause for

at her poor complexion, she decided it was passable–it was

she opened the

by a pile of cigarette butts. He lifted his weary eyes to meet hers, his expression blank,

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 surprise

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