Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa had thought for sure that after her cheeky comment, Tyrone would blow his top. But instead, he just stared at her, dumbstruck, as a flush slowly spread across his cheeks, like he was blushing. Caught off guard, Quintessa chuckled and playfully lifted Tyrone's chin, "What's the matter? Feeling shy? Because I called you 'Sweetheart'?"

Tyrone swatted Quintessa's hand away, "You shut up."

Quintessa burst into laughter, "Haha. I didn't expect you to actually be bashful. Sweetheart, Sweetheart."

She kept calling him 'Sweetheart' on purpose, just to see him squirm. Finally, Tyrone couldn't take it anymore and silenced her with a kiss.

After the kiss, he picked up his jacket from the floor and tossed something at her casually, "It's a thank- you gift from my mom."

Leaning against the wall, Quintessa caught the beautifully wrapped small box without checking its contents, her fingers brushing her lips and said, "Did you specially come here just to give me this gift?" Tyrone, his face burning, turned away, pretending to be uninterested, "You wish. I was on a business trip. Got nagged by my mom into stopping by to see you."

Quintessa walked over and placed her hand on Tyrone's shoulder, her fingers teasingly scratching his neck, "Just stopping by, huh?"

Tyrone stiffly replied, "Of course."

"If it's just 'stopping by', then scram. You've mooched off my bed for the night, you planning to keep mooching? You're a company CEO for crying out loud, coming here to take advantage of your own employee aren't you the least bit ashamed?"

Tyrone leaned back, shamelessly retorting, "Of course I'm not. It's not the first time I've taken advantage, and I still need to sleep. Don't disturb me."

Quintessa gritted her teeth, "If you're still here when I get back, you'll see." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She grabbed her bag to leave. Tyrone glanced at her lazily, "There's one more thing; do you wanna hear it or not?"

"Forget it, what good thing could you possibly say."

Tyrone turned over and hugged the pillow Quintessa had slept on, "Even so, about that person you asked me to look into, got some news, but guess you don't wanna hear."

Before he could finish, Quintessa, who had walked to the door, was already back, pressing down on him like a whirlwind, "Tell me, quick." Tyrone lazily said, "Didn't you say you'd wait till you got back?"

Quintessa planted a firm kiss on Tyrone's lips, "Sweetheart, be good; spill it."

The blush that had just faded from Tyrone's face returned. Annoyed, he muttered, "You, as a lady, can you not always snatch my words?"

All this "Sweetheart" and "be good" should have been his lines when flirting, but Quintessa had beaten him to it.

It felt as if Quintessa was the one courting him. Tyrone thought, "Fine, you court me, but at least hurry up about it!"

Quintessa pinched Tyrone's cheek, "Come on, spill."

Lazily, Tyrone replied, "In my pants pocket; go get it yourself."

Before his voice trailed off, Quintessa's hand was already searching his pockets. She pulled out a piece of paper, glanced at the address and number written on it, and curled her lips up, her smile cold and wicked.

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Seeing Quintessa's expression, Tyrone grabbed her hand, "I don't care what you're planning, but you have to let me know, or just tell me, and I'll help you do it."