Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone descended the stairs early in the morning only to be greeted by the delicious aroma of ribs cooking. He was puzzled, wondering why his mother was making ribs at the crack of dawn. To his surprise, breakfast was served without offering him a single bite, and without any further ado, his mother packed the ribs, handed the container to him, and simply said, "Take it to her!"

Being cared for in such a manner filled Quintessa with a long-forgotten sense of happiness. The skincare products she had just used were a gift from Mrs. York, and the meal she had eaten was prepared by Mrs. York as well. Despite having no blood relation to her, Mrs. York extended such warmth. With a smile, Quintessa opened the box of ribs, found not only ribs but also a thermos with two veggie burgers and some oatmeal.

Quintessa asked Tyrone, "Have you eaten?"

Tyrone grimaced, "Not yet, but I wouldn't dare. Mom said I can't steal your food."

Quintessa chuckled, "That's right, you can't."

There was something about the way Quintessa ate that made it seem so appetizing, even though she didn't have the graceful elegance of those high society girls. Tyrone, however, found her way of eating quite charming.

In no time, Quintessa polished off the veggie burgers and a third of the ribs, and finished off the oatmeal.

Getting up, she patted her stomach in satisfaction, "Nothing beats a full belly." Carefully, she covered the remaining ribs.

Quintessa pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth, "I'm running out of time; I need to head to work. You should hurry to your job as well."

disdainfully commented, "I've noticed something about you. You always seem

words had a double meaning. Quintessa paused for a moment, remembering his earlier comment about his

slight smile, she replied, "That's because I can't afford the

underlying sentiment in her words. He sighed inwardly, realizing she still dared not to open her heart. Despite her struggles,

startled, "Arrested, is it because of

"I can't control the police. It's just his company's CFO reported him

yet sinister, "He brought this upon himself;

that a scoundrel

He must harbor a strong hatred for you now, perhaps even believing you're behind his arrest. He

our

you, such as your order to have

contemplation, Quintessa said, "I think

with you,"

"I can..."

placed a finger on Quintessa's lips to stop