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 loudly on the pavement and

disdain. Who

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

automatically and Tyrone, with a

the coins from the ground and pocketed them. As a decent citizen, you

himself to such misery. He must have been cursed

way home and ran into his mother, who just returned

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

snapped, “I got used and kicked to

Got used and

was shocking 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

“Ahem, of course not.

fine, just played for a fool, that’s

and she probably despised him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d confidently charged forward like a moth to a

“Well, at least you’ve still