Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Manny stood at the front doot ringing the bell repeatedly, yet he got no answer. His worry creptup to a boiling point, and he was moments away from dialing 911 when the door finally creakedopen.

What he saw next nearly sent chills down his spine Quintessa, pale as a ghost and trembling, stoodon the threshold. It looked like the had just stepped out of the shower, with her hair still dripping;her body was weak and shaking

Manny quickly reached out, grabbing Quintessa’s hand and steadying her as he guided her inside."What's wrong with you? Stomach acting up again?

Quintessa didn’t answer his question. “Got a smoke? I need one.

Will a dude's brand do?

Surre

Manny fumbled in his pockets and extracted his own pack of cigarettes, then he carefully pulled oneout and offered it to Quintessa before flicking his lighter and igniting the tip.

Back to the days she was abroad, whenever her stomach was unbearably painful, Quintessa wouldsmoke. It wasn't addiction; it was a

habit.

Manny watched her with a mix of fear and concern. “Quinn, you look terrible. How are youfeeling?”

Quintessa blew a smoke ring and said, “Fetch me some antacids, will you?”

The pain in her stomach was severe, and the harsh scent of the cigarette did little to ease herdiscomfort.

I can’t just do that, Manny objected. “You're in bad shape, and this isn’t the first time. I'm taking youto the hospital for a check-up. I have a relative who works there, and they can skip the lines for us.”Quintessa glanced at Manny. After the ordeal with Tyrone, the slightest warmth from Manny wassomething she didn’t want to reject.

“Alright,” she conceded.

*Shall we head out now?” Manny asked.

“Okay,” she nodded in agreement.

Quintessa went to the restroom to change her clothes. When she returned, Manny caught a glimpseof marks on her neck and quickly looked away; in the meantime he felt anger stirring within him.“What kind of man is Tyrone to treat Quinn like that?" he thought.

On the way to the hospital, Quintessa rested with her eyes closed to conserve energy. Manny knewshe was in pain-deep, relentless pain that kept her from sleeping. Yet, she never cried out orcomplained.

Manny broke the silence. “Quinn, 1-I ran into Mr. York downstairs.”

“Mhm.”

“I'm sorry, but I told him about our plan to frame Jerome.”

A cold laugh escaped Quintessa. Tyrone must know by now that she was innocent-or at least, hewouldn't think she was. Guys like him always believe they're right. In his eyes, it was her fault forapproaching Jerome in the first place and she deserved whatever came her

way.

Quintessa mused slowly, “It was my mistake, thinking I could play a man like that. I forgot he wasnever someone I could handle.” She couldn't let Tyrone win, but swallowing her pride wasn't anoption either. She'd make Tyrone fall for her, deeply and desperately.

A smirk formed on her lips. She was confident she could do it.

Tyrone, one day I'll get the better of you. Just you wait and see.

At the hospital, Manny found his relative and quickly got Quintessa registered ahead of others.

The doctor examined her and warned, “You can't ignore this gastric problem. If it worsens, youmight end up with a perforation. Eat on time, avoid spicy and irritating foods, and stay away fromalcohol.”