Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

There was no one else in the dressing room. Quintessa was removing her. Makeup and changing clothes, ignoring Tyrone completely. 

Tyrone, holding Quintessa’s phone and browsing through it, asked, “What are you thinking about?” 

Quintessa replied with a noncommittal shrug, “Nothing much, just not used to it.” 

“Not used to what?” 

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone’s lips. “Well, usually I’m the one who kisses you first. You catch me off guard with a kiss, obviously, I’m not used to it.” 

“What, you want to kiss me back?” 

Suddenly, Quintessa commanded, “Bow your head.” 

Tyrone frowned. “What for?” 

Without warning, Quintessa hooked her arm around his neck and playfully nibbled on his lip: “There, that’s more like it, isn’t it?” 

Tyrone couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s not too bad this way.” 

Quintessa sneered internally, she was slowly, but surely, wrapping Tyrone around her finger. 

“Didn’t you say you’d be back in the evening?” 

Tyrone looked at Quintessa’s casual yet alluring look, twirling a strand of her black hair. “What, aren’t you happy that I came back early?” 

Quintessa nodded, “Yes, you’ve ruined my chances with movie star Jonathan, how could I be happy?” 

Tyrone pulled on her hair slightly, “Tsk, mention him less to me.” 

Quintessa yanked her hair out of his grasp. “Speaking of which, you came back early because you’re afraid of calling me ‘Grandma, right?” 

Tyrone reached out to lift Quintessa’s chin. “Scared? Why should I be afraid, if not for afraid that you would miss me.” 

Quintessa laughed it off. 

“Fine, since you’re so afraid, say ‘Grandma‘ for me.” 

Tyrone’s face darkened. 

Quintessa, teasingly looking at him, hooked her hand around his neck and pinned him against the vanity, a mischievous grin on her lips: “No? If you don’t say it, perhaps later you can call me ‘Auntie‘ instead!” 

Tyrone clenched his teeth. “I should’ve known you were up to no good!” 

Quintessa, this wicked woman, always had a way of flirting. 

Gritting his teeth, Tyrone spat out, “Quintessa, you’d better swallow that slyness of yours, or even if you do become my auntie by marriage, I won’t hesitate to take you both down.” 

Quintessa rolled her eyes. “As if you could stop me.” 

Tyrone squeezed Quintessa’s face hard. “Then ahead and try me.”