Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone felt screwed over.

Quintessa had spun a lie in front of his mom, and the old lady bought it hook, line, and sinker.

He knew his mom like the back of his hand. When she saw Quintessa today, the old lady was clearly feeling guilty because she thought her son was up to no good!

But truly, Tyrone was wronged.

Well, he wanted to result Quintessa in pregnancy, but did this vixen ever give him a chance?

Grinding his teeth, Tyrone spat out, "You've got the nerve to say that, only my mom would fall for your crap."

Quintessa took a bite of her chicken, and she had to admit, Cecilia could cook up a storm.

Spitting out a bone, Quintessa scoffed, "Don't blame your mom's smarts, blame your own lousy reputation. You built it yourself. You gotta be some piece of work for your own mom to doubt you over a little temptress."

Tyrone was left speechless.

Indeed, he'd been pondering how much of a lowlife he had to be for his mom to take the word of a little devil over her own flesh and blood.

Leaning back, Tyrone casually wrapped an arm around Quintessa's waist, "Mom said today, since we're both no good, we might as well stick together and not ruin anyone else. I told her, if that's the case, why bother messing with others? We're cut from the same cloth, might as well settle, what do you think?"

Quintessa tensed up a bit. Tyrone's words sounded like he was considering a long-term future with her.

Sipping her soup, Quintessa chuckled, "Oh, really? You're all about not harming others, but I'm not that kind-hearted. I'm looking for a good guy to torment for a lifetime."

Tyrone's relaxed face clouded over as he glared at Quintessa, "Someone like Snow?"

Eye to eye, Quintessa deliberately teased, "It's hard to say, it could be someone like Jonathan, who knows? I'm kinda looking forward to you calling me 'auntie.""

Suddenly, Tyrone flipped her underneath him and silenced her with a kiss. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Quintessa's mouth tasted of soup.

He let her go after a brief moment, his face dark, "Your strength is no match to mine; can't you keep those snide remarks to yourself? Does it kill you not to mention other guys?" He hated hearing other men's names from Quintessa's mouth.

Quintessa shot back, "No, I can't!"

She grabbed some napkins to wipe her mouth, then went back to her soup.

Even in that heated moment, she hadn't spilled a drop.

Tyrone's lips twitched. To Quintessa, a kiss from him was apparently less important than her soup.

What was his worth in her heart, really?

Snorting, Tyrone tossed out, "Mom would be thrilled to know you like her soup so much."

"Don't you dare tell her," Quintessa warned.

"Why not?"

Emptying her bowl, Quintessa set it down, threw Tyrone a coquettish look, "What if your mom takes a shine to me and insists I marry you?"

His heart skipped a beat, but before he could say a word, Quintessa stood up, "I gotta go. Where's my stuff?"

Slumped on the couch, Tyrone played dumb, "What stuff?"

Quintessa kicked him, "Don't play dumb. My clothes, my luggage, where are they? If you tossed it, I'll make your life hell!"