Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 332

In the end, he effortlessly made his way into her place, climbed into her bed, and made her an artist under the York Financial Group. It could be said that Tyrone essentially had control over everything in Quintessa’s life, but he wasn’t satisfied yet.

Before, Tyrone always felt at a disadvantage in front of Quintessa, but it wasn’t until his return from Emberbrook that a conversation with Mrs. York made him realize, in this tug-of-war with Quintessa, he had a myriad of paths behind him, whereas Quintessa had only a cliff behind hers.

Tyrone had everything, and Quintessa had nothing—no support, no backing. All she possessed was her own cold, hard heart, which she guarded fiercely, making herself invincible. She strove to survive in this cruel world, fending off the harsh blows the world dealt her.

She didn’t accept his kindness, not because she didn’t want to, but because she dared not.

Quintessa clung to her few principles; in seeking vengeance alone, she could not drag anyone down with her.

That day, Mrs. York said: If you can’t stay with the girl till the end, don’t bother her.

Tyrone thought he understood Quintessa, but he realized that even Mrs. York, who had only spent a short time with Quintessa, understood her better.

Tyrone felt uneasy; the more he understood her, the more he empathized with her.

With a mischievous smile still on his lips, Tyrone pinched Quintessa’s cheek, “You’re my woman, and I want to take care of you, is there a problem with that? Be good, don’t say things that make me unhappy; after all, nothing you say can change my decision.”

Quintessa wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. She held the folder, lost in thought. And after a while, she looked up at Tyrone.

He was serious when working, lips pursed, brows furrowed – actually a cold and indifferent man when not smiling.

Without raising his head, Tyrone took a pen and swiftly signed his name where the president’s signature was needed at the bottom of the page, “What are you looking at? Do you think I’m too handsome?”

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, “Yeah.”

Tyrone expected disdain but was pleasantly surprised by her prompt agreement.