Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 

Tyrone just lay down, sighing. “To have meat every day but not able to eat it, I’ve lost all my energy and can’t make it quick.” 

Tyrone, in all earnestness, yearned for Quintessa. 

But every night, as his clothes were shed, just shy of the final step, Quintessa would always douse the fire on Tyrone’s head with a single sentence. 

It left Tyrone with an irrepressible fire that felt like a kettle that’s bubbling but never quite reaches the pour. It just cools down, bit by bit. 

Thus, Tyrone was left hungering and hungering. 

Quintessa, annoyed, shot at him, “Do you have no shame?” 

Tyrone glanced at her, “No, what’s the point of having that when I’m with you?” 

He wasn’t always like this. Back in his school days, everyone would refer to him as a cool prince. But now? Now he’d really broken through all his bottoms in front of Quintessa. 

Sometimes Tyrone wondered if this was the real him. In front of others, he had to pretend, tow wear a mask, and calculate with those with ulterior motives. 

But with Quintessa? 

Quintessa suddenly bent down, her face inches from Tyrone’s, “Tyrone, you’ve fallen for me, haven’t you?” 

Tyrone paused for a moment, his pupils seemed to contract sharply, but then he composed himself, “What do you think?” 

Quintessa gently touched Tyrone’s face with her hand, her voice tender, “Remember what I told you that day?” 

He felt softened by her touch, “Which day?” 

Quintessa twisted him hard, “Don’t play dumb with me.” 

Tyrone winced, rubbing his cheek with a half–smirk, “If I have really fallen for you, what would you do about it?” 

Quintessa patted Tyrone’s face, “You’ll find out in the future.” 

Tyrone: Future? She was so sure about the future? 

Tyrone stayed in Quintessa’s hotel room for a few days, during which the two got along without issues. 

Quintessa was intent on baiting him, and noticing Tyrone’s apparent guilt, she deliberately led him on. 

At night, they slept in each other’s arms. What puzzled Quintessa was that, no matter how much Tyrone seemed to want it, he never went beyond a few kisses and caresses. Even though he often lost control, with just a single prick from her words, Tyrone would actually cease all movement, which was truly miraculous, almost to the point where Quintessa couldn’t believe it. 

Quintessa sneered inwardly. She didn’t buy the idea that Tyrone was sparing her feelings. More likely, he was just disgusted by her.