Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone glanced at the furious Alexander, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction; then he added another infuriating comment, "After all, you're my friend. It's only fair I let you meet her." Alexander was so angry he could barely contain himself. "Gentlemen don't steal their friend's love. I met Monica first. Tyrone, this move of yours, isn't it a bit despicable?"

Knowing full well that she's his woman, yet still trying to snatch her away. Besides despicable, he couldn't think of any other words.

Tyrone's lips curled into a mischievous smile, "I don't know who this Monica is. I'm talking about Quintessa. And besides, you knew her first? That's not necessarily true. Do you know why she went to Serenitia three years ago? Or what kind of men she's been with? Well, I do. The man she was with three years ago was me, because she and I slept together. We were caught in the act, and the Young family banished her there. Otherwise, do you think you'd have met her?" Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Tyrone's expression was unabashedly boastful, boasting that he knew Quintessa before Alexander did, boasting that he had a fling with Quintessa three years ago.

His look seemed to say: I didn't say anything about you stealing what's mine, I've already given you face.

"Tyrone!"

Tyrone lifted his chin, "Doubting my word? You can ask her yourself if I was her first man. Now, who do you think is stealing their friend's love?"

The thought of Alexander and Quintessa meeting in Serenitia was a thorn in Tyrone's heart.

He wasn't comfortable, and he couldn't let Alexander feel comfortable either. So he was determined to catch him off guard today.

"But you don't love her." Alexander almost roared. He was usually reserved and elegant, although capable of sharp wit in court, he was truly a composed individual, rarely displaying such emotions. Alexander was heartbroken. The woman he cherished-he wanted to love her dearly.

Yet, she was taken by a wolf that appeared out of nowhere. And if the wolf had been decent, perhaps he could accept it, but Alexander knew Tyrone's nature better than anyone else. How could he love anyone else?

He knew Tyrone, just as Tyrone knew him.

Alexander knew that Tyrone didn't love Quintessa, perhaps he just wanted to possess her.

Tyrone scoffed, "In this world, men and women don't always need love to be together. All I know is, I want her, and I can't stand seeing her with another man. Being with her is enough for me."

Love was never something Tyrone

thought about. He fancied Quintessa, he wanted this woman He was willing to spend money on her, invest time for her, and shed his dignity for her. These reasons were enough for him to desire her.

For the first time, Alexander felt an intense urge to knock some sense into his lifelong friend, "Tyrone, you've always been like this since we kids. Why should others give you what you want? Have you ever thought about whether she wants it of not?"

Tyrone remembered the look Quintessa gave him just now and smirked, "Why should I consider her? What I want is enough for me."

"You're utterly despicable and shameless!" Alexander suddenly rushed up and punched Tyrone in the stomach.

Tyrone coughed in pain twice, then

twisted Alexander's wrist, "Alexander, if you want to make her look bad make her hit the headlines for another scandal tomorrow, or ruin your sister's coming-of-age party, go ahead and make a scene. I'm not afraid."