Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone had indulged Quintessa time and again, sharing his bed with her for countless nights without ever forcing her hand. It was a level of restraint that was unprecedented for him. He'd broken his own rules for Quintessa too many times, and had patiently waited for her to lie down willingly.

But Tyrone was done waiting.

With guys like Snow and Alexander circling like predators, he had to claim Quintessa before it became even more challenging.

He could feel the crisis looming ever closer.

He knew all too well how alluring Quintessa could be. People often said that one should marry a virtuous woman, but the ones who truly captivated men's hearts were enchantresses like her. Alexander's affection for Quintessa ran deep; he'd defied his family, abandoned the thriving empire of Serenitia, and come running back just to find her. That was commitment. Snow, a music icon who'd managed to avoid scandals for a decade, had suddenly expressed an interest in creating a buzz with Quintessa. That was definitely out of the ordinary! Tyrone felt a sense of urgency; he was grateful he had made his move quickly. Otherwise, Quintessa, that sly fox, would have been snatched up by someone else.

Quintessa understood what Tyrone meant; his patience had run out.

Violet had told her in no uncertain terms that stringing someone along without giving in would eventually lead to trouble.

Quintessa was aware she couldn't keep this up much longer.

She picked up a brush from the table and began to comb her hair, saying, "We've already waited this long; what's the rush? Surely, Mr. York, you're not lacking confidence in yourself?" "It's not that I lack

confidence in myself; it's that I have none in you."

Tyrone knew better than anyone how ruthless and cold Quintessa could be. With a single turn, she could forget you, and trying to win her back would be as tough as climbing to the heavens. Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "You have no confidence in me? I had no idea I held such sway in your mind."

Tyrone twirled a lock of Quintessa's hair, "Quintessa, by not letting me have my way, you're really testing my patience. You'll regret this later."

With a slight smile, Quintessa called out, "James, does your boss ever make you regret following him?"

Caught off guard by the sudden mention of his name, James instinctively answered from outside the door, "Uh, no, I don't regret it!"

Tyrone scowled while Quintessa turned around, "I need to change for the next scene. Are you leaving, or do you want to watch me change?"

Tyrone leaned in, pressing her against the vanity, "Of course, I'll watch. I can even help you."

He expected her to lash out, but instead, she said, "Sure, come help me get dressed." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Violet and James stood by the door, exchanging glances. In this high-stakes game, they felt like mere fish in a pond. The question was, should they stay or go?

Watching Quintessa boldly invite Tyrone to help her change, even Violet, a woman herself, felt she couldn't handle the tension.

"Quinn, I'll just close the door. Hurry up, the director is waiting," Violet said before quickly shutting the door.

Outside, James gave Violet an awkward smile, "Tough job."

Violet returned the smile, "Indeed."

Quintessa took a full fifteen minutes to change. When she emerged, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen, with a particularly noticeable bite mark on her lower lip. To any observant onlooker, it was clear what had just transpired - they had indisputably engaged in a moment of passion.