Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 141

Alexander watched Tyrone casually toss a muffin to the woman beside him. Despite his curiosity about the woman in Tyrone’s car, he suddenly felt ridiculous for his interest.

Why was he so intrigued by Tyrone's female passenger? Tyrone himself had said it was just a woman, not a future wife or anything.

Still, she must be special to Tyrone, right?

It was only natural for him to be a bit curious about the women for whom Tyrone could go out of his way to grab breakfast.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Alexander turned away.

As the car started, Quintessa finally pulled off the blanket that was draped over her: “Took you long enough to get breakfast, huh?”

Tyrone answered nonchalantly, “Ran into a friend. Just had a quick chat.”

He thought Quintessa had been asleep, but clearly, she was now wide awake. Why hadn’t she looked out to see him returning with breakfast?

Quintessa asked, “Which friend?”

“You wanna meet my friends now?”

Tyrone’s smile had a teasing edge — usually, when a woman wants to meet a man’s friends, it meant she's looking to get more involved in his life and to become his girlfriend.

Quintessa rolled her eyes and took a bite of her muffin, glancing out the window just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of a figure passing by.

Alexander turned and saw Tyrone's car drive past him.

He frowned, watching the car disappear into the distance, while having a nagging feeling that something was off lingering in his mind.

Quintessa sipped her oatmeal, asking Tyrone, “Did you get breakfast just for me?”

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he laughed sarcastically, “Who do you think you are? I got it for myself because I was hungry, not for you.”

Tyrone straightened the car and swallowed the stolen bite, “Come on, it’s just us. Let's not talk about shame; neither of us has any. What’s the point?”

He glanced at Quintessa, “Besides, you're the one who told me to take it from your mouth. I'm just following orders.”

Quintessa scoffed. Shame was indeed out of the equation.

For the first time, she found herself thinking: He's making sense, and I can’t even argue.

Tyrone asked her, “Where to now?”

Quintessa replied, “Back to my place.”

Tyrone smirked, “Is that an invitation to your place?”

Quintessa pulled out a mirror to check her face. Aside from having some puffiness and looking a bit tired, she looked fine. “Just drive me home?”