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?

he threw them with too much force. Instead of landing in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on the pavement and rolling several feet away.

disdain. Who needs ‘em,

and just as the doors were nearly

a scowl

a decent citizen, you don’t just throw away currency–that’s just

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

into his mother, who just

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

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

Got used and kicked? Good heavens!”

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

you’re happy

of course not. Are

for a fool,

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

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