Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 293

Quintessa felt the breathing grow heavier by her ear, and after a moment, Tyrone gritted his teeth and said, "You really want to push your luck asking me to stay the night? Not that I mind."

Quintessa wrapped her arms around Tyrone's neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "If you don't come over, I can't sleep."

It might have sounded like she was joking, but Quintessa knew there was a hint of truth in her words. It seemed she had indeed grown accustomed to Tyrone's midnight visits.

Tyrone felt a pang in his heart and replied through gritted teeth, "Yeah, right. As if I'd believe that."

With that, he scooped Quintessa up, making her lie on top of him, "If it weren't for the fact that I had nowhere else to crash, I wouldn't be here."

Quintessa chuckled. Tyrone could be so adorably tsundere sometimes. It was not like he had any trouble replaceing a place to stay. He could get into a hotel room without a key card if he wanted to, but here he was, making up lame excuses.

In the darkness, Quintessa playfully patted Tyrone's cheek, "There, there, my poor little thing. No place to go? I will take you in!"

Tyrone huffed, "Middle of the night and not sleeping, looks like you're not planning on getting better anytime soon."

Disgusted, he pulled the blanket over them.

The old Tyrone was picky about everything. If he were to stay in a hospital, he'd demand everything, from the linen to the gowns, be brand new, not being able to stand the slightest hint of disinfectant. But now holding Quintessa, he surprisingly found it wasn't all that bad. What mattered was being with her.

In this weather, cuddling together wasn't exactly cool, but Quintessa felt a sense of comfort in the silent night she hadn't felt for many years.

So, lying on Tyrone's chest, she suddenly didn't want to move. After a while, she was unsure if Tyrone had fallen asleep, but she was wild awake; Quintessa murmured, "Tyrone, why are you so nice to me?" There was silence for a moment, and just as Quintessa thought Tyrone might have dozed off, he suddenly said, "Nice to you? Because I want to sleep with you, that's why."

Quintessa laughed, "But you've already got me."

"How is once enough? Have you forgotten what I've always dreamed of?"

Quintessa couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You and your mom, so alike."

Tyrone snorted and gently pressed Quintessa's head down, "Sleep now. If you don't want to sleep, I'll really do it tonight with you."

Quintessa didn't say another word. Her face against Tyrone's chest, she could hear the strong beat of his heart. Breathing in his clean, dry scent, Quintessa closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. Tyrone, however, lay awake, staring into the darkness. His mind was filled with the day's events. Quintessa was, after all, quite vulnerable. She could get sick, be bullied.

He thought, "Seeing how pitiful you are, I might as well spend a bit more time looking after you."

Those women, thick as bricks, the lot of them, probably wouldn't give up easily. He'd have to make sure someone kept an eye on them.

And then there was his uncle, Jonathan, hah, nothing but a conniving old fox. Back when he was naive, he'd been bullied by Jonathan a few times.

He murmured to himself, "Jonathan, you old man, dare to come after what's mine, family or not, I'll take you down."