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?

the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on

Who needs

elevator, and just as the doors were nearly

slid open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered

the ground and pocketed them. As a decent

to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and have been bewitched

into his mother, who just

my, son! What on earth happened to you? When’s the last time you slept? You look like a ghost,” Cecilia exclaimed.

Tyrone snapped, “I got used and kicked to the curb, that’s what happened.”

used and kicked? Good

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

sarcastically, “What, you’re

cleared her throat, “Ahem, of course not. Are

just played for a fool, that’s all.”

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

you’ve still got your dignity son.”