Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 

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What he had on his mind was indeed that particular matter, but somehow, he had missed all the chances laid out before him. Sure, he could shrug off most things, but a man’s pride wasn’t something he could just dismiss on a whim. 

What Tyrone sought was Quintessa’s wholehearted consent, not coercion. He craved a conquest of both body and spirit. 

But it seemed to be a bit of a challenge. 

Quintessa scoffed, “Isn’t that the truth.” 

In some ways, she truly did understand Tyrone, just as he understood her. 

Arriving at Harmony Retreat, Tyrone followed Quintessa upstairs. 

He had driven all night with little rest, but aside from some redness in his eyes, he looked surprisingly chipper. 

He was excited. Quintessa was inviting him into her home. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be crossing that threshold sooner than he thought. 

His time in Zion City hadn’t been wasted, and those business cards weren’t handed out for nothing. 

Taming Quintessa seemed just around the comer. 

But then- 

As she snatched her luggage from Tyrone and tossed it inside, she said, “I’m beat. Need to catch some Z’s. Got a ton to do when I wake up, super busy. If you can’t handle it, take care of yourself. After all, you’ve got hands, right?” 

Tyrone was taken aback, then he gritted his teeth, “Quintessa!” 

Quintessa cut him off, “Thanks for bringing up my bags.” 

Slam went the door. 

Left outside, Tyrone stood there like a fool. Had he been reduced to just a porter? 

After a moment, he cursed, “Damn it, Quintessa.” 

Just as he finished, the door swung open again. Tyrone thought Quintessa had finally realized how awful she 

invite him in. 

top was and was ready to 

Instead, she fished around in her pocket and handed him a few coins, “Here, your tip. Go grab yourself a muffin.” 

Then, the door slammed shut once more. 

Quintessa kicked off her shoes, collapsed onto the bed, and with a clear conscience, fell asleep in less than three seconds. Tyrone stood outside for ten minutes, but the door remained shut. He finally had to 

He pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his lips. 

What was this all about? 

face the facts. “You’re really