Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 268

So, there he was, tossing and turning, unable to catch a wink of sleep. Initially, Tyrone thought it was no big deal. His heart wasn't aching or anything, but he constantly had this nagging feeling, like there was something stuck in his chest that he couldn't get rid of. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a way to let it out, so he just buried himself in work. Whenever Snow butted heads with him, he'd take it out on her.

For the past few days, Tyrone hadn't bothered reaching out to Quintessa. He didn't give it much thought. Why should he be the first to swallow his pride and go to Quintessa? Not this time.

Every now and then, he'd recall Quintessa's words—"Physical intimacy, I'm in. But if you're playing for keeps, count me out!"

And Tyrone would think, fine, I don't need love. Physical company is all I want from you.

But deep down, he couldn't accept it.

Days went by, and Tyrone couldn't even tell what he really wanted anymore.

Mrs. York noticed Tyrone's gloomy appearance and the troubled look in his eyes. She nudged his shoulder, "You've been having issues with her, haven't you?"

Tyrone didn't respond or bother to speak up. What issues? It's not like they were actually together in the first place.

After a moment, Tyrone murmured, "Mom, I'm feeling down."

"I can see that."

"I feel like I got played."

"What? By whom?" Mrs. York exclaimed.

Tyrone's gaze was unfocused as he stared at the ceiling and calmly said, "That Young enchantress."

Mrs. York's curiosity faded, "Oh, well, that's normal, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, ah." Mrs. York cleared her throat, changing the subject. "Did you fight with her?"

Not wanting to engage further, she handed a small pouch of jewelry to Wilma, "Wilma, could you put this away for me?"

Knowing that it was the jewelry they had lent to Vivian, Tyrone casually remarked, "Nice, you actually got it back."

"Someone helped get it back."

Tyrone paused, someone? Was it Quintessa?

His brows, which had been tense for days, finally relaxed, and he suddenly hugged Mrs. York, "Mom, you're the best. I'll never accuse you of scheming against me again."

Mrs. York pushed him away, giving a disgusted look, "What do you want now?"

"After all the trouble she went through for you, isn’t saying thank you to her the least I can do as your son?"

Tyrone breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he got a solid excuse to see her again.