Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone gritted his teeth, feeling as if she was painting him as some kind of gold-digger.

He, the dignified Mr. Tyrone York became nothing more than her kept man in her words.

With a scowl, Tyrone retorted, "Hey, Quintessa, you can't be serious?"

Quintessa tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips as she leaned into him, "Don't want money? Fine then, you get nothing."

After a moment, Tyrone blurted out two words: "Get in."

He almost shoved Quintessa into the car, closed the door, started the engine to move forward, but was halted by Quintessa's grip, "Back up a little."

Tyrone paused, giving her a suspicious glance, then he sharply turned his head and saw a car parked behind them.

His gaze gradually frosted over. He realized that whenever he was with Quintessa, his intelligence seemed to be wandering outside because his attention was always on this woman.

this woman, her attention would

Quintessa a cold stare,

it? You'll get used to it. You don't have to do it.

could tell how good a driver someone was by how they handled a car in

and her body jerked as the car reversed, her head nearly hitting

was parallel to the one behind them, the windows

looked at Quintessa

smiled and took out a powder compact from her bag, raising

a loud bang, there was no reaction

they could

again when the window next to her slowly rolled down, revealing

talking on the phone this morning, and now, here we are, meeting again. Fate works in mysterious

wishing she could tear Quintessa apart. How could there be such

"Quintessa, you'll get what's coming

man seems to have a