Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa glanced over at Tyrone, “What’s wrong? Do you think I was too harsh? Do you think, just because I wasn’t really hurt that night, there was no need to be so vicious and leave no way out for others?”

Nope

Tyrone’s response was crisp, without a moment’s hesitation.

He wasn’t exactly a naive person, and he knew all too well that the entertainment industry was a shark tank. If you get played, and you wanted revenge, you either go big or go home. You should make sure they never get a chance to rise again.

Quintessa’s move eamed Tyrone’s appreciation–her actions were decisive and without hesitation.

If he were in her shoes, he’d have done the same.

All Quintessa did was merely return to Roxanne what she had intended to do to her. Life’s like that – tit for tat, and no one’s in a position to judge.

Quintessa was fiercely independent, with a cunning and ruthless streak, and she lacked nothing. Every inch of her was thorny, yet utterly captivating.

When she was schemed against or bullied, she never thought about seeking help from anyone, not even him. She didn’t lean on him, and she orchestrated her entire revenge flawlessly on her own.

Watching her self–reliance, Tyrone felt an odd pang in his ches

But he admired Quintessa immensely. Who would thin

to lace a toothbrush with drugs? Even if the police wanted to collect evidence and suspected the toothbrush, after being used, it would be cleaned thoroughly. What evidence could there possibly be left?

Tyrone watched Quintessa silently, this woman who was terrifyingly lethal, yet irresistibly addictive.

Tyrone’s gaze was odd, making Quintessa bristle, “Nope? Then what are you thinking about?”

Tyrone scratched his nose, “I’m just thinking, man, I better not offend you, in case one day you decide to poison my toothbrush.” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Quintessa’s lips curled, “But you already have.”

Tyrone said, “Mercy, please.”

Her smile deepened, “Do you think I will?”

In the dim light of the car, they both looked into each other’s eyes.

Tyrone was the first to look away, “After all this late–night fuss, let’s just go back and get some sleep.”

But Tyrone hadn’t anticipated upon returning to the hotel, Quintessa would pick up her suitcase, ready to bolt.

Her things were all packed, ready for a swift exit post–revenge. Now that the matter was resolved, staying here could lead to unwanted suspicion.

Upon hearing Quintessa intended to leave, Tyrone exclaimed, “Damn, it’s the middle of the night! Where the heck do you think you’re going?”

Leave? At 11 PM?

She had him wait around for two days, even roped him into distributing those racy call cards for her, and now she was ditching him?

This woman, truly, flipped faster than a pancake, burned bridges quicker than a wildfire, and was more infuriating than a politician’s promise.

Quintessa glanced around the room to ensure nothing was left behind, “I’m heading back to Emberbrook.”

Tyrone was grinding his teeth, “This late, do you have a plane ticket? How are you planning to train it back alone? Quintessa, are you playing me for a fool?”

With an amused look, Quintessa replied, “How am I going back? You’re driving, of course. What, you don’t want to? If not, then forget it-”

Before she could finish, Tyrone was at her side in a flash and grabbed her suitcase, “Let’s go then.”

Quintessa’s lips twitched, marveling at how quickly he changed his mind.