Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Traffic officer: You've got money, you've got nerve!

As they got into the car, Quintessa pulled off Tyrone's jacket and ran her fingers through her hair, "Sorry about your car, I'll pay you back."

Seeing Quintessa's indifferent expression and swollen eyes, Tyrone felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

He smirked devilishly, "Alright then, how about you spend the night with me?"

He wanted to comfort her, but perhaps what Quintessa least desired at the moment was consolation.

Quintessa paused, then realized Tyrone's notion of "spend" wasn't about money, but about staying the night. She chuckled, "Not tonight, maybe another time. Just take me back to Harmony Retreat."

"No, I can't take you back there. Sean's waiting for you at the gate," Tyrone stepped on the gas, heading towards his place instead.

Quintessa frowned. She didn't want to see Sean; she was afraid she might lose control and do something drastic.

"Then, drop me off at the Requiem production set."

go to work like this? Letting my lady toil without a

lips, unsure of

car's temperature, "If you're

Quintessa closed her eyes.

own eyes. The shock and trauma inflicted on an eight-year-old child were something that could

be a suicide, it was Sean

people decide to be cruel, they become the

car stopped at

and

.ne

hair falling onto her face. Her skin appeared even more translucent,

bumping into Mrs. York on

"Mom." Tyrone whispered.

relief when she saw Quintessa was unharmed, "She's asleep, huh?

on his bed, covered her with a blanket, and