Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )

Upon hearing it, Tyrone immediately sensed something was off. He knew his mother, Mrs. York, like the back of his hand. She was deliberately lowering her voice, fearing others might hear, clearly wary of someone. "Mom, what's going on? Who are you with?"

Mrs. York whispered back, "Don't worry. Mom's not going to get you into trouble. I'm just out shopping."

"Mom, be straight with me. Who are you shopping with? Are you planning to take me out for lunch?"

"It's not me; someone else is treating."

Tyrone heard someone calling for Mrs. York over the phone.

"Mrs. York, is the call through? Can Ty make it?"

"It's through. He'll come over after work. My son, he always listens to me."

Tyrone frowned. "Mom, have you run into some trouble?"

But all he got in response was the dial tone.

Seeing Tyrone's concerned expression, Quintessa asked, "What's wrong?"

"There might be some trouble with my mom."

"Should we go now?"

Tyrone glanced at his watch, "There's still half an hour to go until the end of work. Stick around for a bit. After work, we'll go to Golden Harvest together." "For dinner?"

"I hope it's just for dinner."

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

Tyrone smirked teasingly, "Geez, didn't expect you to worry so much about my dear old lady. When did you two forge such a deep bond behind my back?"

Quintessa rolled her eyes at him. "That's your mom, not mine. If you, her son, aren't worried, then I have even less reason to fret."

Tyrone wrapped his arm around

Quintessa, "Don't worry. In Emberbrook, no one dares mess with my mom. Just take a seat and relax for a bit. Oh, and I got you a spokesperson gig. Here're the details for you to look over

He pulled out a document from his desk and handed it to Quintessa. Upon opening it, she saw it was an endorsement for a famous

international luxury brand's perfume, and she was to be the lead spokesperson for the Asian region.

Given her current fame and status in the entertainment industry, there was no way she could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on her own. Tyrone must have used some means or paid a great price to secure it.

What was their relationship to warrant such repeated favors?

A heavy weight seemed to press down on Quintessa's heart, dampening her sense of joy. Suddenly, she grasped Tyrone's arm, avoiding his gaze as she pleaded, "Tyrone, please, don't be this good to me." He lifted her chin, insisting, "When you speak to me, shouldn't you be looking into my eyes?"

Quintessa's eyes were beautiful. She was too calculative, too cunning, her eyes brimming with a coldness as she struggled.

Tyrone initially wanted to tease her, but at that moment, he wasn't in the mood.

He understood why Quintessa was reluctant to accept his kindness. Dependence could cripple one's ability to survive independently. If that support ever vanished, she might face a dire fate.

It was a basic rule of the wild; to survive, one must learn to fend for themselves. Those who can't are doomed to be prey.

Tyrone's involvement had disrupted Quintessa's own survival rules and broke the balance in her world..

In their ongoing game of chess, it seemed as though Quintessa had the upper hand. Yet, in reality, it was Tyrone who forcefully intruded, forcing his way into Quintessa's life and making her accept him. Despite Quintessa's resistance, what was the outcome?