Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Suddenly, Tyrone let out a yelp of pain, and the interior of the car shook with a commotion.

In the next second, Quintessa kicked the car door open with one swift move, grabbing Tyrone’s shirt with one hand while barefoot, she leaped out of the car with astonishing speed.

Tyrone, clutching his neck and fuming to the point of distortion, roared out, “Quintessa, you get your ass back here right now!”

But Quintessa had already crossed the street to the opposite side; standing under a streetlight, she defiantly tilted her chin up at Tyrone, sticking out her tongue to lick the blood at the corner of her mouth, like a vampire who had just feasted on a victim, her eyes gleaming with triumphant amusement.

A man blinded by desire was always at his most vulnerable. How else could she have managed to hurt him? She had not only bitten his neck but also landed a solid kick to his family jewels.

Tossing Tyrone’s shirt into a nearby trash can, Quintessa flipped him the bird, threw her chin up in challenge, adjusted her own clothes, and hailed a passing cab. With a cool leap, she was gone, leaving the scene in less than a minute.

She sat in the taxi; recalling Tyrone’s livid face made her burst into laughter.

Shirtless, Tyrone must be too embarrassed to chase after her, and then there was. Quintessa might have wanted to pull down his pants but feared if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to escape.

She was fed up with Tyrone always acting so superior!!! Fed up with the way he looked at her!!!

Why should she just lie down and let him do whatever he wanted whenever he desired

her?

She wanted Tyrone to know what it felt like to be left burning with unsatisfied desire. Want to sleep with her? Hah, no chance now.

If it weren’t for the fear of brutal retaliation later on, Quintessa really would have wished her kick could have ended his lineage.

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Tyrone, half–naked and clutching the bite mark on his neck, seethed internally as if he had swallowed a few hundred pounds of dynamite.

He had been seduced by countless women, but this time he had been played by Quintessa – he was actually fooled by her, and Tyrone felt this was the most embarrassing moment

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of his life.

He had actually believed that Quintessa wanted to engage in some risky car escapades with him. Tyrone never thought he could be so “nalve“. But with Quintensa, he was damned naive indeed.

The driver, who had seen Quintessa jump out of the car from a distance, sensed something was off and hurried back, “Mr….Mr. York.”

All he saw was Tyrone shirtless, with a savage bite mark on his neck, a wound that wouldn’t disappear for days.

The driver only dared to glance once before averting his gaze.

Tyrone commanded, “Go home.”

“Yes, sir.”

The driver quickly got into the car. He had thought Mr. York would be furious, but to his surprise, after ten minutes, Tyrone actually laughed.

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The driver trembled with fear; what level of anger must one reach to react like that?

Half–naked, Tyrone sat enveloped in darkness, the smile on his lips chilling to the bone. His fingers brushed over the spot where Quintessa had bitten him, and he chuckled lowly, “Quintessa, just you wait.”

In the game of seduction, the thrill was everything. Quintessa, you’d got guts!

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