Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )

Manny yelped and pulled Quintessa back with a strong tug.

The driver of the luxury car didn't come out, which infuriated Quintessa. She marched forward and gave the car door a hefty kick. "Damn, think you're something special just because you have a fancy car. You almost hit someone, do you know you should come out and apologize?"

As the window rolled down, Snow's handsome face came into view.

Quintessa's hand, poised to strike the window, stopped mid-air, her expression morphing into one of shock. "Why is it you?" She thought he had left!

Snow leaned over to pick something up, then stepped out of the car.

Quintessa glanced at the item in his arms, her face stiffening further. Damn. It was a whole bunch of roses, a super large bouquet.

What was Snow doing now? He's a superstar, and Zion City is bustling with people, with eyes all around. In this era, who isn't looking for the next big gossip? If a single photo was snapped and uploaded online, and then.

When Snow got out of the car and saw the small dent made by the kick, his lips twitched.

But then, he was here to woo a woman, so the little details didn't matter.

Snow said with a smile. "I came to check on you. They say when someone's sick, their psychological defenses are the weakest. I thought, by stepping up my game now, maybe you'd feel a bit fonder of me." Snow indeed was about to leave, but then he thought-since he had come, why leave so easily? He's not the type to give up easily. Meeting someone he liked wasn't an everyday occurrence; why should he give up for Tyrone's sake?

Quintessa rubbed her temple, slightly annoyed. "Look, I think we're better off as buddies. We've always got along-"

Before she could finish, Snow interjected. "At least accept these flowers. I've come a long way; it's the least you could do."

He handed the bouquet to Manny, who was still trying to process the situation, "Manny, hold this." And he suddenly found himself holding the roses.

Snow wrapped an arm around Quintessa's shoulder. "It's dinner time. I'll take you to eat. The doctor mentioned you're malnourished. You female stars like to diet. You don't have to follow them, you know." Quintessa started to protest, "Hey, wait-"

While they were speaking, an electric scooter zoomed in, blocking Snow's Ferrari. The person sitting on it nearly made Quintessa burst into laughter. Was this guy coming out to make a fool of himself? Tyrone planted his feet on the ground, his long legs enviable. His eyes landed on what was in Snow's hand, "Are you going out for dinner? Where? Count me in. I haven't brought money with me, perfect to join you. With Great Snow Jackson's deep pockets, you wouldn't say 'no,' right?"

Snow paused, not letting go of Quintessa. "Mr. York loves to joke. You throw around billions like it's nothing, acquiring companies as if they're toys. How could you possibly be short of a meal?"

Tyrone shot Quintessa a look. "How could I not? I'm exactly short of a meal shared with a rival in love."

Quintessa rubbed her forehead. "Both of you, zip it. This meal's on me. Anyone else making noise can get lost."

"What's all the commotion about? Mind if I join?" Just then, Jonathan's voice cut in, no one knowing when he had arrived.

Tyrone scowled. "No."

Quintessa chuckled. This was about to get more interesting. She nodded. "Uncle, let's go for some barbecue."