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?

force. Instead of landing in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking

snorted in disdain. Who needs ‘em,

walked into the elevator, and just as the doors were nearly closed,

doors slid open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl

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

He must have been cursed these days, and have been bewitched by

and ran into his mother, who just returned

happened to you? When’s the last time you slept? You look like a ghost,” Cecilia exclaimed.

for chit–chat, Tyrone snapped, “I got used

used and kicked? Good heavens!”

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

sarcastically, “What, you’re happy about

her throat, “Ahem, of course

fine, just played for

him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d confidently charged forward

you’ve still got your