Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone gave an impassive smile, "Uncle Jonathan, competing with your own nephew over a lady? Don't you feel ashamed?"

He had never referred to Jonathan as "uncle" before, having never really seen him as an elder. But now, the way he emphasized "uncle" seemed oddly respectful.

However, Jonathan knew all too well that Tyrone was just mocking him, as if someone kept whispering in his ear about how old and unattractive he was.

Tyrone had always been a bit of a schemer, shameless to the core, and for Quintessa, he was willing to do just about anything.

But Jonathan found it amusing. He chuckled lightly, "Ashamed? Hearing you talk about ashamedness is quite funny, considering you seem to lack it yourself. Why demand it from others?"

Tyrone rolled his eyes, mimicking Quintessa, thinking, "So what if he's shameless? If he cared about that thing, Quintessa would have driven him insane multiple times over."

Tyrone snickered, "Uncle Jonathan, don't act all noble. I'm shameless, but how much better are you? You're just curious because you've never met a woman like Quintessa. You're intrigued, and, you think, competing with your nephew over a woman seems fun."

Jonathan gave a small, knowing smile. He might not be young anymore, but his charm made people naturally overlook his age. His maturity was something the younger men couldn't match. He looked at Tyrone and said, "Ty, aren't you the same?"

The more Tyrone thought about it, the less he knew what to say. Denying it confidently? That didn't seem right.

Admitting it? Deep down, Tyrone knew his feelings for Quintessa were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear: he wanted her for himself, and no one else could touch her.

Jonathan's smile was serene, "Men are all the same. No matter who, seeing a rose on the cliff, they all want to pick it. After all, it's too beautiful, too unique. How can they not be moved?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Quintessa was that unique rose, thorny and poisonous, yet irresistibly drawing men to her. Jonathan admitted his curiosity about Quintessa. But often, love started with curiosity. Who knew what it might turn into?

Jonathan had always been indifferent to love affairs. Having seen all sorts of beauties in the entertainment industry, he had long lost interest in them, especially the insincere actresses. But Quintessa was like a breath of fresh air in this otherwise dull and tainted world, making him curious to see how far she could go.

Checking the time, Jonathan realized he needed to head to a shoot, "I've got work to do. I'm off."

Stepping out, he heard Tyrone say, "Jonathan, this isn't about curiosity."

Jonathan, stepping out, replied, "Then it's about liking her."

Tyrone curled up his lips, "What's between her and me is none of your business. Just know this: she's my woman. I've always had a rule; don't touch my stuff. Dare to cross that line, and I won't care who you are."

With that, Tyrone strode out, bumping into Jonathan on his way.