Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 176

Quintessa: “Obviously.”

A silence fell between them once again.

Quintessa stole a glance at Tyrone. When he was quiet and composed, he really appeared stunningly aloof and profoundly inaccessible.

Tyrone was a man of many facets, each appearing as real as it was illusory.

He’d shown remarkable patience for her sake, and yet, Quintessa couldn’t help but wonder—was this affection, or was it all just a means to an end? After experiencing and being schemed against so much, one can't help but instinctively think the worst of everything and everyone.

It was a sad state of affairs, to always expect the worst.

“Do you believe her arrival was just coincidence?” Quintessa asked.

Tyrone: “Hmph."

How could it be a coincidence?

Being with Quintessa, he’d been so fixated on her that he’d neglected his surroundings.

Rachel, cunning as she was, but such people were, ironically, easier for Tyrone to predict, likely having made moves to investigate after speaking with Quintessa on the phone that morning. Having discovered Quintessa was at his private apartment, she followed.

Unfortunately for Rachel, she was outmaneuvered by Quintessa. When it came to schemes, the two women were evenly matched, but in shamelessness, Rachel could not measure up to Quintessa.

The journey passed in silence until Tyrone dropped Quintessa off at Harmony Retreat. Manny’s car was already waiting downstairs, pacing anxiously for Quintessa’s arrival.

“What’s with your place? Why the sudden renovation?” Manny queried, perplexed.

Tyrone replied coolly, “You’re right. I’m considering picking up a third.”

Quintessa thought he was joking and brushed it off, but as she entered, she found her luggage piled up in the empty room.

Without any regard for Tyrone, Quintessa began unpacking her suitcase and boxes, casually pulling out her intimates and pajamas.

Tyrone approached and nudged a box with his foot. “About that music video you’re shooting with Snow, I’ll let it slide this time. But there better not be a next time, or I can’t promise what I’ll do.”

Quintessa turned, resting her hands on Tyrone’s shoulders, her smile wilting into mischief. “And what might you do? You've already taken my home and set such a grand goal—to sleep until I wake up naturally. Oh, the capabilities.”

Tyrone stood still. “But have I succeeded yet? How about giving me a chance?”

Quintessa laughed. “I could give you the chance to sleep with me, but if it causes any serious trouble, I'll have to officially step into the picture. If you still want the York family to have peaceful days, it's better to stay away from me. Your mother wouldn’t want to see me around.”