Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 143

“Those breakfast muffins I got you cost more than this chump change, Quintessa. Can you be any cheaper?”

Tyrone pinched the two coins in his hand, wishing he could just crush them.

The door remained silent. Quintessa was making it clear–she wasn’t going to open up.

“You just wait,” Tyrone growled. “Those muffins weren’t cheap. Make sure you pay me back next time.”

With a furious huff, he turned on his heel.

As he passed the trash bin, he was tempted to chuck the coins into it–forget the tip, did he look like a man who needed spare change?

in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on the pavement and rolling several feet

disdain. Who needs ‘em, anyway?

as the doors were nearly

and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on

coins from the ground and pocketed them. As a decent citizen, you don’t just throw away currency–that’s just

to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and have been bewitched by

made his way home and ran into his mother, who just

What on earth happened to you? When’s the last

Tyrone snapped, “I got used

Got used and kicked? Good heavens!”

shocking to her. She knew her son well; he was no pushover, and to hear he’d been taken

“What, you’re happy

her throat, “Ahem, of

just played for a fool, that’s

knew Quintessa couldn’t stand him, and she probably despised him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d confidently charged forward like a

least you’ve still