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?

the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on

disdain. Who needs

elevator, and just as the doors were nearly closed, a hand reached out.

doors slid open automatically and Tyrone, with a

pocketed them. As a decent citizen, you don’t just throw away currency–that’s just not right.

help but wonder why he was subjecting himself to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and

home and ran into

What on earth happened to you? When’s the last time you slept? You look like a ghost,” Cecilia

Tyrone snapped, “I got used and kicked to the curb, that’s what happened.”

used and

She knew her son well; he was no pushover, and to hear he’d been taken for a ride, it was almost

“What, you’re happy about it?”

of course not.

for a fool, that’s

He 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 moth to a flame.

you’ve still got your