Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Traffic officer: You've got money, you've got nerve!

As they got into the car, Quintessa pulled off Tyrone's jacket and ran her fingers through her hair, "Sorry about your car, I'll pay you back."

Seeing Quintessa's indifferent expression and swollen eyes, Tyrone felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

He smirked devilishly, "Alright then, how about you spend the night with me?"

He wanted to comfort her, but perhaps what Quintessa least desired at the moment was consolation.

Quintessa paused, then realized Tyrone's notion of "spend" wasn't about money, but about staying the night. She chuckled, "Not tonight, maybe another time. Just take me back to Harmony Retreat."

"No, I can't take you back there. Sean's waiting for you at the gate," Tyrone stepped on the gas, heading towards his place instead.

Quintessa frowned. She didn't want to see Sean; she was afraid she might lose control and do something drastic.

"Then, drop me off at the Requiem production set."

Tyrone brushed Quintessa's cheek, "Look at you, how could I let you go to work like this? Letting my lady toil without a break, that's something a loser would do."

Quintessa moved her lips, unsure of what to say.

Tyrone adjusted the car's temperature, "If you're tired, just take a nap."

Quintessa closed her eyes.

Tyrone drove smoothly, knowing Quintessa carried a heavy burden. She had witnessed her mother's death with her own eyes. The shock and trauma inflicted on an eight-year-old child were something that could never be erased.

Later, Tyrone found out her mother's death wasn't as simple as it seemed. Though it appeared to be a suicide, it was Sean and Lilian who directly caused it. This despicable couple had never intended for Dolores to survive.

When people decide to be cruel, they become the terrifying beings on Earth.

The car stopped at the doorstep of the house, and Quintessa had

.ne already fallen asleep. With her eyes closed, she breathed evenly, her brows furrowed, strands of hair falling onto her face. Her skin appeared even more translucent, résembling jade. In this state, she looked like a fragile girl.

Tyrone carried her inside, bumping into Mrs. York on his way in.

"Mom." Tyrone whispered.

Mrs. York breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Quintessa was unharmed, "She's asleep, huh? Get her to bed."

Tyrone laid Quintessa on his bed, covered her with a blanket, and went downstairs.

"Where did you find her?" Mrs. York asked.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Tyrone took a sip from the glass Wilma handed him, "At the police station."

Mrs. York gasped, "There was an accident?"

"Yeah, she crashed into a guardrail and the cops pulled her over. Silly me, forgot she just got back and hadn't had a chance to get her license.

Mrs. York scoffed, "So what if the car's damaged, as long as she's m alright.

Tyrone teased, "You are quite generous, that car was 5 million."

Mrs. York rolled her eyes, "Look at how stingy you are. No wonder you end up kicked out of bed. Just last time, that jewelry set of mine was 7 million After crashing your 5 million car, you still owe her 2 million in favors."

Tyrone couldn't help but laugh, "Mom, you sure know how to keep accounts."

"Of course, I do. I was the best in math back in my school days."