Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 274

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, "Seriously, Quinn still respects me as her elder, and this is how you speak to your uncle?"

Tyrone nodded, his smile chilling, "Right you are, Uncle Jonathan. You're getting on in years, and chasing after young things might not suit you. Be careful, or that tender green might turn out to be a cactus, leaving you with a mouth full of pricks."

Jonathan looked at Quintessa and said, "What if I told you I have a thing for cactus? Besides, what makes you think you won't end up with a mouthful of pricks?"

"Let me show you if I will or not."

Suddenly, Tyrone wrapped his arm around Quintessa's waist and dipped her into a kiss, his strength undeniable, the kiss fierce and domineering. Quintessa felt as if her lips were about to be chafed raw. In the past, it was usually Quintessa who initiated their kisses. But this time, Tyrone, fueled by a burning rage, held Quintessa so tightly she couldn't move an inch.

Bystanders curiously looked on, wondering who this mysterious newcomer might be.

A, "Whoa, look at them!"

B, "Man, wasn't Quintessa linked with God Snow, making headlines? Who's this guy? Is she cheating?"

C, "My phone, where's my phone? Gotta snap this!"

Jonathan watched amusedly, "Keep it up, and by tomorrow, Quinn will be making headlines again - labeled a cheater!"

Tyrone released Quintessa resentfully, "Don't get too smug. If I let you off that easily, I'd be wasting my reputation."

Jonathan looked at Tyrone as if he were watching a child throw a tantrum, "After all these years, you haven't changed a bit from when you were a kid."

Jonathan's gaze briefly darkened as it passed over Quintessa's swollen lips.

Quintessa felt a burning sensation on her lips and glared at Tyrone, who blatantly ignored her, chin up like a defiant teenager, challenging Jonathan, "Uncle Jonathan, I'm inviting you to catch up. You're not going to refuse, are you?"

Quintessa thought to herself, "this guy surely isn't thinking of murder, is he?"

Jonathan smiled, asking, "And what if I do refuse?"

Tyrone chuckled, "Nothing much. Just that your show today won't be shooting, and this drama won't be airing either."

Quintessa rubbed her forehead, great, time for a break.

Jonathan nodded, "Well then, let's go. It's been years since you've shown such 'refinement'."

Quintessa thought, refinement? Where? These two, neither more hassle-free than the other.

"Don't come to me with bruises and wounds; I can't stand the sight of blood!" Quintessa said before walking away.

Tyrone snorted, "I'll deal with Jonathan first, then come back for you. You'll get your break."

Tyrone glanced at Jonathan, "After you, Uncle Jonathan."

Jonathan spoke to the director, who was watching nearby, "Director Frost, delay the next scene a bit. Got some family business."

Tyrone pursed his lips, "family business" indeed.

The two men entered Jonathan's private dressing room. As soon as the door closed, Tyrone attempted a sneak attack, aiming to send Jonathan to the floor.

But Jonathan, anticipating this, easily dodged, "Ty, you're too old for these childish games."

Tyrone sneered, "Uncle Jonathan, at your age, you should replace a woman, settle down, and start a family before it's too late to have kids."

Jonathan responded seriously, "You make a good point. I think Quinn is quite suitable."