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?

in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on the

disdain. Who

the doors were nearly closed, a

open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on

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

why he was subjecting himself to such misery. He must have been

and ran into his mother, who

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

snapped, “I got used and kicked to the curb,

used and kicked?

pushover, and to hear he’d been taken for a ride, it was almost

asked sarcastically, “What, you’re

quickly cleared her throat, “Ahem, of course not. Are you okay,

played for a

felt 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 forward like a

least you’ve still