Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

No matter what, Tyrone played along, and Quintessa's heart settled back into place.

Her daring behavior was actually due to her belief that Tyrone was now more interested in her, and moreover, he disliked Rachel even more.

Quintessa knew Tyrone was in a foul mood, and if she pushed too hard, he might really turn on her.

Turning to Rachel, Quintessa said with feigned regret, "Oh, what a pity, I've got a scene to shoot tonight, so I can't chat with you, Auntie. But no worries, we'll have plenty of time to catch up later, we'll have a 'good' talk."

Quintessa snuggled up to Tyrone's arm. "Honey, let's go."

A chill flickered in Tyrone's eyes as he started the car.

Rachel was seething. From start to finish, Tyrone's eyes had been locked on Quintessa, not sparing her a single glance, ignoring how Quintessa was bullying her.

Rachel was burning with hate.

Suddenly, she shouted, "Tyrone, see clearly! Quintessa is using you, she just wants to get back at me through you. She doesn't really like you, she's using you as a pawn. Don't let her fool you, I'm the one who truly loves you!"

The car had already started. Quintessa popped her head out and taunted Rachel, "Sorry, sweetheart, your man is just too handy. I'm keeping him."

The next second, Quintessa was yanked back forcefully, the car window slowly rolled up and locked.

Rachel's hands clenched the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the departing car like a venomous snake.

She repeated under her breath, "Quintessa, Quintessa, Quintessa..."

Damn her, that sly vixen!

She dared to be so arrogant right in front of her, even more hateful and detestable than she was three years ago.

If Tyrone hadn't been in that car, she would've floored the gas and crashed into it at full speed. As long as Quintessa lived, she was Rachel's torment.

Rachel was nearly at her breaking point.

She had schemed for over three years, being extremely cautious to earn Cecilia's approval. She thought that, whether Tyrone liked her or not, he would marry her for Cecilia's sake.

She was beautiful, educated, graceful, virtuous-no one was more suited to be the young lady of the York family.

But Quintessa returned. Having seduced Tyrone three years ago, and unexpectedly, upon her return three years later, she so easily became involved with Tyrone again.

Quintessa was doing it all to spite her, to see her suffer.

Rachel closed her eyes, teeth grinding in anger.

Quintessa, one day you'll regret this. I'll make sure you have no life left to compete with me.

The atmosphere in the car was awkwardly quiet.

Quintessa watched the darkening skies outside, noticing the street lamps would soon light up the evening.

As the lights started glowing, Tyrone asked, "Am I handy for you?"

His voice was cool, not overtly angry, but frosty nonetheless.

Quintessa turned to him, "Yeah, pretty handy indeed."

The best way to get back at Rachel was through Tyrone. All she needed to do was cozy up to him in front of Rachel and it would send her into a rage. Tyrone smirked, "So you really believe I'd play along?"

Quintessa shook her head, "I don't, which is why I'm betting-betting that if you still want me, you'll play along." This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyrone's laugh was scornful. "You've won your bet."