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."

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

sweet scent. Quintessa paused. This soup was meant

you trying to move me so I'll

like to waste food. You think I care about you? If I care about you, you need to be someone worthy

same air of dignity that

Tyrone happened to come downstairs. Cecilia hurried over, and as she got close, she felt a chill emanating from him.

could

nose, "Well, you

to watch TV, genuinely worried that Tyrone might lash

her under the table. Quintessa didn't look up, "What? Want to discuss when we

abandoned him. Tyrone angrily bit into a rib, glaring at Quintessa