Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 

“Is she pretty 

Had he not seen women prettier than her? 

Good–natured? 

What a joke! He never knew a woman who could have such a foul temper. 

Kind? 

Bullcrap. He had never met anyone more malicious or deceitful than her, 

And yet, why did he, Tyrone, do such irrational things for her? He actually helped her commit murdert 

Tyrone glared at Quintessa. When people are sleep, they usually lower their defenses, and maybe become less irritating. 

But she was different. Even in sleep, she still had her fists clenched, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed; her face always carried a guard against the world. 

It seemed like anyone who got close would be bitten to 

th the 

xt second. 

After he stared at her for a good half hour, his calm exterior grew Increasingly agitated. Abruptly, he turned and grabbed his phone, stepping outside. 

Tyrone dialed a number: “Hey, it’s me. Erase all the surveillance footage from the hospital tonight.” 

“Why?” asked the voice on the other end. 

Tyrone’s thin lips twisted into a cold smirk. “Why? It’s my family’s hospital. I want it gone. Got a problem with that?” 

After hanging up, Tyrone felt him unable to suppress the rage boiling inside him, so he tossed the phone aside and stormed back into the bedroom. 

He grabbed Quintessa’s slender ankle, “Get out. This is my bedroom.” 

Awakened again, Quintessa murmured, “Don’t bother me.” 

Tyrone gritted his teeth, “My bed!” 

Quintessa gave a lazy kick, “I’ve slept with you. What’s a bed to me?” 

Tyrone was speechless. 

The next second, Tyrone lay in bed and pulled the entire blanket over himself. 

He thought Quintessa would leave once she got cold enough, but she curled up on the edge, looking like she might fall off at any moment, and continued to sleep soundly. It seemed as though the harsh conditions didn’t affect her at all. 

She didn’t even seek warmth like others would; she just lay, there, still. 

Tyrone exhaled a defeated breath. After all that fuss, he was the one who ended up shortchanged. 

He raised his foot; a simple nudge would send Quintessa toppling off. 

But after a few seconds, he retracted his foot and turned away, ignoring her. 

ༀ དེ ཚ ཆེ ཇ ཅེརྦ  ྂ 

Tyrone figured he’d be too angry to sleep, but to his surprise, he dozed off quickly.