Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 

Tyrone had been unusually well–behaved these past few days, not bothering Quintessa at all. 

However, the way he looked at Quintessa was different, making her suspect that he might be up to no good again. After all, Quintessa had put him in his place before, implying he was less desirable than a movie. 

They were living in a state of cautious coexistence, sharing a bed but exchanging hardly a word. 

Every night, Quintessa would cocoon herself in the comforter, a clear barrier between them. Yet, morning after morning, she’d wake to find his limbs sprawled over her. Every day, Quintessa was awakened by his weight. Each time she woke up, she was very grumpy and kicked him. 

When het kick startled him awake, he’d just blink at her, still half in dreamland, and grumble, “Sleep!” 

That day, they wrapped up at nine, a bit earlier than the previous days. Quintessa was eager to hit the sack and whipped through her makeup removal routine. 

In the dressing room, several other actresses huddled in a gossiping circle, casting glances her way. 

As she prepared to leave, someone finally asked, “Quinn, I heard that someone has seen a man entering and leaving your room for several nights. Don’t tell me you’re secretly keeping a man?” 

“Yeah, we’re all friends here,” another chimed in. 

Quintessa paused, her tone dripping with disdain, “Yeah, I am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in your bed, is he? Why do you care so much? 

Her words shut them up, but only for a second. 

“Well, bring him out then, let us have a look and give you our opinion, in case he’s a jerk.” 

Quintessa responded leisurely, “It’s not a big deal for him to meet you. The real talent would be if you dared to bring your men to me.” 

That immediately silenced the actresses; truth be told, they really didn’t dare. 

From their point of view, Quintessa was a siren, a heartbreaker–the men on set were exceedingly indulgent towards her. 

Finally, Someone snapped, “You’re really confident, as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you so sure that once you bring your man out, he will still be yours?” 

Quintessa raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, “The man in my room is very picky, yet he happens to like me. You lot wouldn’t stand a chance.” 

Knock, knock. The escalating tension in the dressing room was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

All eyes turned to find a man standing at the threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes. presence so bright it fought off the darkness of the night. 

He looked at Quintessa, “Ready to go?” 

The dressing room fell into sudden silence, everyone looking at him.