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?

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

in disdain. Who needs

the doors were nearly closed, a

and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on his face,

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

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

his way home and ran into

you? When’s the last time you slept? You look like a

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

Got used and

was no pushover, and to hear he’d been taken

“What, you’re happy about

of course not. Are you okay, dear?”

just played for a fool, that’s all.”

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 forward like

whispered, “Well, at least you’ve still got your