Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa leisurely sipped her beer, watching as Snow and Jonathan turned red with each gulp.

As more people crowded into the barbecue joint, the sound of drinking games drifted over from the neighboring table. Quintessa found herself drifting into a haze, feeling like the people before her were blurring into duplicates, and the voices around her were drifted further away.

Tyrone, noticing that Quintessa had already emptied two bottles in front of her, quickly snatched the beer bottle from her hand, "Your stomach isn't feeling well. Drink less."

Quintessa blinked, "Wha-what did you say?"

Meeting Quintessa's confused gaze, Tyrone was momentarily lost for words, "Geez, you're drunk?"

Quintessa tilted her head, "Not at all."

Tyrone wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Alright, alright, if you say so. Here, try some fish. Their grilled fish is decent."

Quintessa took a bite and frowned, "This doesn't taste good."

Quintessa, a bit tipsy from drinking, swayed unsteadily and had trouble sitting up straight. Her gaze was hazy and lost, shed her usual tough exterior, appearing as vulnerable as a lost kitten.

Tyrone couldn't help but pinch Quintessa's cheek, which she immediately shook off, trying to swat his hand away.

Tyrone chuckled at her antics; even drunk, she was adorable.

After shaking her head, Quintessa mumbled, "Dizzy."

Tyrone quickly said, "Dizzy? Rest against me for a bit."

Manny watched from the side, disdain written all over his face.

Until the early hours of the morning, both Snow and Jonathan were passed out, and there was still alcohol left on the table.

Tyrone scoffed. With such low alcohol tolerance, they still wanted to compete for girls with him? They were just asking for trouble.

Tyrone lifted Quintessa in his arms, "My girl, I'm taking her home. As for you two, Manny, escort them out."

Manny nodded, helping Snow up first.

But then Snow suddenly grabbed

Manny's hand and said, "Quinn, et

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really like you. Tyrone's no good for you can offer you marriage

happiness, he can't give you that."

If Tyrone wasn't holding Quintessa, he would have kicked him, "Damn."

Drunk out of his mind, and still bad-mouthing him. What did he mean he couldn't provide Quinn with a happy marriage? How could he not. Tyrone frowned. Marriage? He hadn't really thought about it.

With a dark expression, Tyrone said, "Strip them and dump them by the roadside."

Tyrone carried Quintessa downstairs, paid the bill, and rode back to the hotel on the electric scooter.

Manny glanced at the two drunkards-he didn't dare to leave them by the roadside.

Back at the hotel, Tyrone placed Quintessa on the bed, took off her shoes, and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm towel.

He bent down to wipe Quintessa's

face, but she suddenly opened her eyes, which were clear and bright, completely unlike someone who was drunk.

Tyrone paused, and the next second, Quintessa pulled him forward.

By the time he collected his thoughts, he was lying on the bed with Quintessa on top of him.

Tyrone's heart raced, "What are you doing?"

Quintessa flipped her hair, "The folly of drunkenness!"

Tyrone grabbed her hand, "Damn, are you drunk or sober? This is too

sudden. Don't do like last time toget

kicking me out after we're done. I'm not that reckless."