Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Jonathan stumbled, nearly toppling over when he was bumped. Rubbing his sore shoulder, he couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle, "Still this bossy until now. Some things never change."

Over the years, everyone Jonathan knew seemed to have changed, everyone except for Tyrone. Well, Tyrone had changed too. He'd learned to hide his true self from strangers. But in front of Quintessa, all his disguises seemed to shatter into pieces.

Jonathan glanced at Quintessa in the distance, "Tsk, but Ty, I'm afraid you won't get your way this time."

Quintessa was a remarkable person. That was Jonathan's opinion of her.

When Quintessa saw Tyrone coming out, she thought Tyrone, after having a confrontation with Jonathan, would come to bother her next.

Instead, Tyrone gave Quintessa a cold look, huffed, and walked away with a flick of his hand. That clearly meant, "You wait. This isn't over."

A twitch formed at the corner of Quintessa's mouth. Such a proud and stubborn case of teenage angst. But, letting her off so easily? Since when did Tyrone have such a good temper?

As Jonathan approached leisurely, Quintessa asked, "Did you and Tyrone have a pleasant chat?"

nodded, "Of course, it

just stared at his face

looking at, as if you're

"Just thinking, with a face still so handsome, it's a bit

walk away with grace, Jonathan couldn't help but laugh to himself.

another scene with Cynthia. After wrapping up smoothly, she was ready

want to say, but I don't want to hear it. Better keep it to yourself, Quintessa

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she had said earlier was impulsive and wanted to apologize, or perhaps to suggest that, now with a

say were probably either these two things, but Quintessa didn't feel like hearing

got into his car, leaving Quintessa behind. After he got ahold of himself, his

Mrs. York. When she answered, he asked, "Hey Mom, what are you

the

you kidding? At this hour, if you're not at the card table, you're out shopping. Who are you cooking for? Don't worry; I won't