Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia watched Quintessa devour ribs one after another without pause. In a blink of an eye, half the plate was gone, leaving a small pile of bones before her. Cecilia couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since this little vixen had last eaten.

For every cook, there's nothing more satisfying than watching others devour their dishes and praise them endlessly. It brings them a sense of accomplishment. Feeling secretly pleased, Cecilia thought to herself how irresistible her cooking was, given how Quintessa was practically licking the plate clean.

Cecilia wrinkled her nose in disdain, "Don't you actors need to maintain your figure, sticking to diets? Aren't you afraid of losing your job if you eat so much?" Quintessa blinked at Cecilia, "Auntie, don't worry. No matter how much I eat, I won't gain weight. Besides, with your son around, there's no way I'll be out of a job."

Cecilia scoffed, "Quit bragging. There's no such thing as a person who can eat whatever they want and not gain weight."

Quintessa spat out a rib bone, "Well, that's me. My stomach's ruined and can't absorb nutrients well, so of course, I won't gain weight."

York was momentarily stunned, saying nothing. After a while, she gestured for

with a sweet scent. Quintessa paused. This

natural, "Auntie, you're so kind to me. Are you trying to move me so I'll

It'd go bad by tomorrow and I don't like to waste food. You think I care

Cecilia left with the same air

over, and as she got close, she felt a chill emanating from him. "Oh

could I do? Isn't it

feeling awkward, touched her nose, "Well, you should go eat

to watch TV, genuinely worried that Tyrone might lash out

opposite Quintessa, noticing she was sipping the soup, he kicked her under the table. Quintessa didn't look up,

back. Tyrone regretted not thinking before he spoke. When he was with Quintessa, all sense and intelligence seemed to have abandoned him. Tyrone angrily bit into a rib, glaring at Quintessa as if he