Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Jonathan stumbled, nearly toppling over when he was bumped. Rubbing his sore shoulder, he couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle, "Still this bossy until now. Some things never change."

Over the years, everyone Jonathan knew seemed to have changed, everyone except for Tyrone. Well, Tyrone had changed too. He'd learned to hide his true self from strangers. But in front of Quintessa, all his disguises seemed to shatter into pieces.

Jonathan glanced at Quintessa in the distance, "Tsk, but Ty, I'm afraid you won't get your way this time."

Quintessa was a remarkable person. That was Jonathan's opinion of her.

When Quintessa saw Tyrone coming out, she thought Tyrone, after having a confrontation with Jonathan, would come to bother her next.

Instead, Tyrone gave Quintessa a cold look, huffed, and walked away with a flick of his hand. That clearly meant, "You wait. This isn't over."

A twitch formed at the corner of Quintessa's mouth. Such a proud and stubborn case of teenage angst. But, letting her off so easily? Since when did Tyrone have such a good temper?

As Jonathan approached leisurely, Quintessa asked, "Did you and Tyrone have a pleasant chat?"

Jonathan nodded, "Of course, it was pleasant."

Quintessa didn't say anything, and just stared at his face for a while before pursing her lips.

"What are you looking at, as if you're disappointed?"

Quintessa spread her hands, "Just thinking, with a face still so handsome, it's a bit of a pity. There should be more colorful on it."

Watching Quintessa walk away with grace, Jonathan couldn't help but laugh to himself. Did this girl really want to see him get beaten up by Tyrone?

Quintessa was about to shoot another scene with Cynthia. After wrapping up smoothly, she was ready to leave when Cynthia hesitated, "Ms. Young."

"I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear it. Better keep it to yourself, Quintessa took the water bottle Manny handed her and walked away.

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Cynthia had seen her kiss Tyrone and probably thought she had a boyfriend. She felt that what she had said earlier was impulsive and wanted to apologize, or perhaps to suggest that, now with a boyfriend, Quintessa should stay even further away from Jonathan.

All Cynthia wanted to say were probably either these two things, but Quintessa didn't feel like hearing any of it.

Tyrone stormed off the set and got into his car, leaving Quintessa behind. After he got ahold of himself, his mischievous thoughts started to bubble up.

He made two calls to Mrs. York. When she answered, he asked, "Hey Mom, what are you doing?" NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"I'm in the kitchen cooking."

"Who are you kidding? At this hour, if you're not at the card table, you're out shopping. Who are you cooking for? Don't worry; I won't hold it

against you for enjoying your shopping spree."

Fuming, Mrs. York fired back, "Cut it out. What's wrong with me being in the kitchen at this time? Is it any of your business?"

Tyrone didn't beat around the bush, "Mom, how about you go play cards this afternoon? And, you know, just lose casually."

Mrs. York immediately became wary, "What are you planning?"

"Just invite Darlene Winters over and drop a few hints," Tyrone tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

Mrs. York was puzzled, "Hints about what? What kind of mischief are you up to now? I'm not going to help you with whatever it is."

Tyrone smiled, "Just casually mention to her that her precious grandson is in love, but his sweetheart is a man."

"I ought to smack you! What has Jonathan ever done to you for you to play such dirty tricks?"

Tyrone coolly responded, "He's done nothing. I just don't like the guy."