Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa looked at Tyrone coldly for a moment, raised her hand to check the time, and motioned to him with a chin lift. "Let's go, follow me upstairs."

Tyrone was suspicious, "For what?"

Quintessa sized him up with a half-smile, "The crew has arranged rooms. You save on hotel expenses; my treats for the night."

Tyrone: Damn it!!!

He nodded, a sly grin on his face, "Well, if you're extending such a warm invitation, how could I possibly refuse? Besides, after tonight, you're still all mine for the weekend. It looks like my patience has finally paid off. This is an excellent proposal, and it'll give you a chance to see just what I'm capable of."

With that, Tyrone didn't look at Quintessa, turned away from her, and headed straight for the hotel entrance.

After a few steps, he looked back to see Quintessa still standing in place. He stopped and gestured with his head, "Let's go."

Quintessa clenched her teeth. This bastard!

She used to have the upper hand in their verbal spats. Now, not only couldn't she have the upper hand, but she was also being dominated by him.

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Quintessa smirked, "Sorry, boss. I just remembered something. 'Aunt Flo' visits."

Tyrone forced a smile, "Is that so? Then I better check thoroughly. I won't believe a word you say."

Quintessa rolled her eyes, "Must you be so ruthless?"

Tyrone shoved his hands into his pockets, snorting. "You've always been ruthless. I have no choice."

To win over Quintessa, he really wasn't himself anymore.

Dealing with her, the usual gentlemanly approach was useless. Being cold or aloof was a ticket to nowhere.

Only being shameless and thick-skinned had a chance.

Tyrone cursed the Young family in his heart a thousand times. He couldn't curse Quintessa, but he could certainly take it out on them.

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Quintessa realized Tyrone was becoming increasingly difficult to handle. Where once she could easily provoke him, now, her tricks seemed to have no effect.

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Quintessa exhaled a sigh of frustration, then walked slowly to Tyrone and placed her hand on shoulder, smiling sweetly at him, "You're the boss. Your word is law. Don't forget to pick me up this weekend."

The last few words, Quintessa nearly bit out. This shameless man!

Tyrone reached out and wiped Quintessa's face. "If you had just agreed earlier, we wouldn't be at odds. You're mine now, can an arm twists a leg?"

Snap-Quintessa slapped his hand away, turned, and walked off without a backward glance.

Tyrone whistled at her retreating figure.

Once Quintessa was indoors and out of sight, Tyrone finally got into his car and drove off.

There were hardly any cars on the road late at night. The city had already fallen asleep, quieting down, allowing his mind to gradually empty.

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being cold, arrogant, and aloof. He looked down on everyone, being the one who was both high above and highly regarded by all. S

Yet, when facing Quintessa, he seemed like a completely different person, losing control as if he were possessed. He became unrecognizable even to himself.

Sometimes, when he was alone, Tyrone pondered what he was truly after. Was he only after sleeping with her?

There were countless beauties in the world, many better than Quintessa. So why was he fixated on her? Tyrone chuckled self-deprecatingly. What was he after, after all?