Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 

ne’s mind was echoing with Manny’s words, “Severe stomach issues!” 

vonder she’d looked so frail last time, but he… 

ne massaged his temples. 

e truths, it turns out, are better left unknown. The more you learn, the less peace of mind you have. 

not like Tyrone hadn’t played rough with others before. What he did to Quintessa was nothing compared to that–barely a blip. 

it bothered him. 

couldn’t fathom why this woman was worth such trouble. 

glanced at the muffin in his hand; initially, he had intended to chuck it, but now. 

h a smirk, Tyrone tossed it on the table and grabbed his phone, heading to the bathroom. 

as supposed to be a peaceful weekend sleep–in for James. 

in the early morning, his phone started ringing. Without checking the caller ID, he groggily answered, “Hello.” 

one could tell James was still in bed, probably having not even opened his eyes: “Must be nice, having nothing better to do.” 

e next second, James bolted upright: “Mr. York.” 

need you to take care of two things for me, pronto.” 

ure- 

rone came out and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Quintessa’s face again. 

arefaced, her skin was clean and untouched. 

rone prodded Quintessa’s cheek: “Really, not that much to look at, are you?” 

e’d seen his fair share of stunning women, yet he was inexplicably hooked by her. 

wasn’t like him at all. Everyone, from his family to school, and from school to the wider world, knew they don’t mess with the Yorks. ross Tyrone, and he could make you miserable for a year or, if he felt like it, for your entire life. 

espite his infamous hard–heartedness, he felt a strange sense of guilt towards Quintessa. 

le poked her again, unable to help himself. 

Not pretty? Last night you were all over me,” Quintessa’s eyes remained closed, her voice raspy and cold. 

Last night, Tyrone had clung to her like glue, like a koala to a tree, and she had never seen a man sleep with such clinginess. 

With his hand still on her face, he didn’t feel embarrassed; instead, he squeezed gently: “Now that you’re awake, how about getting up for some oatmeal?” 

Feeling too drowsy to move, Quintessa turned away to continue sleeping. 

“Don’t bother me.”