Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Manny said, "But Quinn, honestly, I feel that compared to that Mr. York, Snow seems a tad bit nicer, you know?" "Really?"

After a while, Manny fell silent, and his hand holding the hairdryer froze in place, aimlessly blowing hot air at her left temple. Quintessa asked, "Why the silence?" Manny's voice trembled, "I-I..."

Quintessa, feeling suspicious, lifted her head to glance at Manny and saw him pale as a ghost, his expression crumbled, with a vacant stare fixed toward the doorway; his hand holding the hairdryer shook uncontrollably.

Quintessa turned to look at the doorway, and upon seeing the figure at the door, she immediately understood it.

She sighed; mourning for Manny in her heart, she reached out to take the hairdryer from his hand, "Step outside for a bit."

Manny instinctively tried to bolt, but the person at the door blocked him, "What's the rush?"

He strolled in, "I'm not as good as Snow? Come on, spill it. What's he got that I don't? I want to hear this."

Quintessa picked up a comb, "What brings you here?"

Tyrone snatched the comb from Quintessa's hand, "Don't change the subject. Clear up what you just said." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Manny was on the verge of tears, "I-I was just blabbering, Mr. York, please don't take it personally."

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone, "He didn't say anything wrong, did he?"

Tyrone's face darkened, "Got the guts? Repeat it."

Quintessa smiled, "Can you sing? Can you dance? Can you write songs? You can't do any of those, of course, except for being loaded." Tyrone, "No, you missed one thing."

"What's that?"

Tyrone lifted his chin proudly, "I'm better looking than him. And-buddy, I've got money. I can make it rain so hard that he won't be able to sing or dance. Then we'll see who compares." Tyrone had his gaze locked onto Quintessa, and his handsome face unmasked his ruthlessness.

Quintessa waved Manny away, who was shivering in fright.

She said, "Bravo, thug life suits you."

"Yeah, proud of it. Who does he think he is, hitting on my girl? If I don't do something about it, does he think I'm dead or what?"

Quintessa came to know that he was here because of the rumors about her and Snow.

The gears in her mind were spinning fast. Tyrone was obviously jealous.

Was it possible that this man was truly in love with her?

Quintessa's eyes flirtatiously met his, "Since when am I your girl?"

Her look was playful and petulant, making Tyrone itch with desire.

Suddenly, Tyrone wrapped an arm around Quintessa, pulling her close, and lifted her chin, "Of course, you're mine. And legally so!"

Quintessa pushed against his chest, with her lips curling, "Legally? Like living together legally, sharing a bed, having a normal man-woman relationship, having kids that aren't bastards? If not, stop wasting my time, I'm not free to fool around."

Her scent wafted into Tyrone's nostrils, tempting him to bite Quintessa's earlobe and whisper, "If you're thinking of making a life, we could start trying right now. I forgot to mention that I'm also well-endowed, just never had the chance to prove it. How about giving me a chance?"