Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 

Alexander watched Tyrone casually toss a muffin to the woman beside him. Despite his curiosity about the woman in Tyrone’s car, he suddenly felt ridiculous for his interest. 

Why was he so intrigued by Tyrone’s female passenger? Tyrone himself had said it was just a woman, not a future wife or anything. 

Still, she must be special to Tyrone, right? 

It was only natural for him to be a bit curious about the women for whom Tyrone could go out of his way to grab breakfast. 

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Alexander tumed away. 

As the car started, Quintessa finally pulled off the blanket that was draped over her: “Took you long enough to get breakfast, huh?” 

Tyrone answered nonchalantly. “Ran into a friend. Just had a quick chat.” 

He thought Quintessa had been asleep, but clearly, she was now wide awake. Why hadn’t she looked out to see him returning with breakfast? 

Quintessa asked, “Which friend?” 

“You wanna meet my friends now?” 

Tyrone’s smile had a teasing edge- usually, when a woman wants to meet a man’s friends, it meant she’s looking to get more involved in his life and to become his girlfriend. 

Quintessa rolled her eyes and took a bite of her muffin, glancing out the window just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of a figure passing by. 

Alexander turned and saw Tyrone’s car drive past him. 

He frowned, watching the car disappear into the distance, while having a nagging feeling that something was off lingering in his mind. 

Quintessa sipped her oatmeal, asking Tyrone, “Did you get breakfast just for me?” 

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he laughed sarcastically, “Who do you think you are? I got it for myself because I was hungry, not for you.” 

Ook ally 

Yeah, right.” Quintessa shot him a disdainful look. 

“The oatmeal is good for the stomach. You got stomach issues?” 

Tyrone gritted his teeth, “You’re the one with issues. Ever heard of wellness? That’s what I’m about.” 

Quintessa smirked, biting off a large piece of her muffin. 

Tyrone’s lips curled into a slight smile as he slowed the car around a bend. He reached for a muffin, only to realize Quintessa had nearly finished them all, “Leave some for me, would you? Why does a woman like you need to eat so much? I bought those.” 

“I like eating alone; can’t help it. If you can, try taking it from my mouth.” 

After saying that, Quintessa stuffed the last bit of muffin into her mouth. Unexpectedly, Tyrone, while driving, leaned over and kissed her lips, stealing the bite right out of her mouth. 

Quintessa was flabbergasted! 

“Tyrone, have you no shame?”