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?

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

disdain. Who needs ‘em,

the doors were nearly closed, a

open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on

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

misery. He must have been

home and ran into his mother, who just

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

chit–chat, Tyrone snapped, “I got used and kicked to

used

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

“What, you’re happy about it?”

“Ahem, of course

just played for a

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

at least you’ve still got your dignity