Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

With the door closed, the room, still simmering with passion moments ago, suddenly felt cold. It was as if we'd leapt from the scorching equator straight into the icy embrace of Antarctica.

Life has this dramatic flair, and it always exceeded your expectations. You deploy every trick in the book, thinking you've finally won, only to lose it all in the blink of an eye.

No, he never really had her. Quintessa was never truly his, not even in their moments of intimacy. That was her inviting him.

Tyrone thought he'd be furious, but he wasn't. Instead, he found himself laughing, which was a testament to his mother's naivety that clearly ran in the family.

He knew Quintessa wasn't the type to give in so easily. It was like a pie falling from the sky for him to getting such benefits from her after she ran into Alexander; it stunned him into forgetting her true nature.

There he was, lying alone on the massive bed, feeling like there was a thorn stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it, nor could he spit it out. It just sat there, hurting.

A boss and an employee. Have you ever seen a boss go to such lengths for an employee? Spending money like water, betraying friends, and now, even losing his dignity? Quintessa, she truly did a number on him.

Tyrone nodded with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, which remained dark and cold.

intimacy, huh? Fine, it's all good. After all this, why the hell should I

reminded himself not to be angry. What was there to

hitting the button for the ground floor.

Quintessa saw Snow, who also sported sunglasses in the middle of the night as if

greeted with a

evening," Snow replied, stepping

finally shut, Snow leaned to the side, eyeing Quintessa and spotting

net

frustration, he said, "I thought I'd have to wait until dawn, but it

remained unchanged, her lips curved in a faint smile. "Thanks, but

an embrace. "But you're

sounded so serious,

Snow's handsome face through her sunglasses, Quintessa replied lightly, "Then you'll have to

Mr. York is more your

her head,