Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"This scumbag, this jerk, I must've been blind back then, and I must've been blind."

The records were clear, Sean had his fair share of women over the years, with Yolanda being the most recent one. And he started cheating on Lilian when she was pregnant with Miranda. Throughout these years, he never lacked female company.

For so many times, he claimed he was on a business trip, yet he was actually off gambling with his mistresses.

In this marriage, Lilian finally came to believe what Quintessa had said - she was a fool. The man she fought so hard to win over from Dolores turned out to be nothing but trash!

This marriage of over 20 years was a complete joke.

"Sean wants to see you."

Lilian looked up, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, "See him? Of course, I'll see him. I must."

Tyrone was drinking water, while watching Mrs. York busy packing lunch into a box.

"Mom, you're always coming up with new recipes. You never did this when I was a kid. Did you get me and Quintessa mixed up? Maybe she's actually your daughter?"

Mrs. York gave him a sideways glance: "You silly boy, what's wrong with what you're eating. If I could, I would've stuffed you back inside me a long time ago."

"Alright, take it and go. Hurry up, the porridge is still warm and tasty. It won't taste the same when it cools down."

Tyrone sighed and grabbed his breakfast; his job these days had been - delivering meals!

Mrs. York made breakfast with a variety of recipes, insisting he take breakfast to Quintessa every day.

Mrs. York lectured Tyrone, "I'm going through all this trouble for you, and if you don't pull yourself together, are you really worth it? Though you act all reluctant, I bet you're secretly thrilled. You don't have to make up excuses to see her anymore, and I've given you the perfect excuse. If you don't seize it, you're really hopeless."

Feeling his little secret exposed, Tyrone quickly replied, "Yes, sorry, you can count on me. I'll handle it as soon as possible."

Mrs. York scoffed, "Ha. Just make sure the next time I find you, you're not just lying in bed. That'll be a day to thank the heavens." Tyrone didn't say another word; his ears turned red as he carried the lunchbox and left the house.

Today was the last day of shooting

for "Requiem. The schedule wasn't heavy for Quintessa as she only had scenes in the morning and

afternoon. Once the final scene.ne

the afternoon was shot, the film would be wrapped up. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Quintessa got up early today; because she had been eating well and sleeping well lately, her complexion had greatly improved.

Watching her eat breakfast, Tyrone

said, "My mom said that after you finish shooting tonight, you should get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, she wants to take you for a full-body spa treatment. Geez, do you women always have so much in common to talk about?"

"Yeah, because when it comes to discussing period pains, you're clueless," Quintessa replied.

Tyrone smoothly pulled out a napkin and adeptly wiped away the soup stain from the corner of her mouth.

Violet, walking in just to see this scene, instantly felt proud that their Quinn was so capable of taming this wild man into such gentleness. Aside from her, no one else could. Violet chuckled, "Mr. York, here to deliver some warmth again?"

Not feeling the least bit embarrassed, Tyrone tossed the napkin into the trash can, "Of course, a good boss has to be like this, taking meticulous care of his employees."

Violet and Manny rolled their eyes in unison: Well, why don't you deliver some 'warmth' to us too! What a superficial society, to judge others by appearances!