Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Jerome’s face was devoid of smiles; he locked his gaze onto Quintessa’s eyes with an intensity that could scorch, “What if I want it right now?”

Did Jerome know what game Quintessa was playing?

He was painfully aware that what he held in his grasp was exactly what she coveted.

Handing it over easily would mean war in the next heartbeat.

With a sudden jerk, Quintessa pulled at Jerome’s shirt, while her face was twisted with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes which were laced with venom. “Then by all means, try. After all, I’m quite curious to see just how capable my dear brother–in–law really is.”

Their gazes were locked, each reflecting the other’s face; their thoughts were seemingly transparent yet enigmatic.

Jerome’s eyes darkened bit by bit, then a dangerous glint emerged.

He was like a wolf, power coiled tight, ready to pounce, and Quintessa was the prey he had long salivated over.

Jerome spoke slowly, “Then watch closely.”

But Jerome had already made up his mind; he wasn’t going to let Quintessa slip away tonight. Just then, his phone began to ring.

He had no intention of answering, but the ringtone went on and on. In the echo of the empty parking garage, it was particularly grating.

Biting back his irritation, Jerome pulled out the phone and saw the name–Miranda.

Glancing at the screen, Quintessa sneered internally. If they were truly a couple in love, the names saved on their phones would be terms of endearment, no matter how cheesy or intimate, but certainly not a full name.

A phone contact name could reveal how insignificant Miranda was in Jerome’s heart.

Quintessa released Jerome’s tie with a click of her tongue, “Oh, my dear sister is checking in. Aren’t you going to answer it, brother–in–law?”

Jerome’s eyes were icy as he let go of Quintessa and answered the call.

“Hello, Miranda.”

“Jay, I can’t sleep. Where are you?”

Quintessa was close enough to hear Miranda’s pouty voice on the phone.

Jerome’s face was a mask of impatience, but his voice remained soothing, “I’ve already hit the sack. Why are you calling so late?”

“I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to check if you had. Jay, it’s been days since you visited. I miss you.”

“Work’s been hectic; I’ll drop by in a couple of days.”

Quintessa chuckled inwardly. If your boyfriend hadn’t been in touch for days and when he did, he gave excuses like ‘I’m busy‘ or ‘I don’t have time‘, well, you didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that someone was on the outs.

Miranda whined, “A couple of days, always a couple of days, you say that all the time. I don’t care, you have to come see me tomorrow.”

Quintessa licked her lips, sensing a golden opportunity. She really should do something to stir the pot.

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Otherwise, she’d be doing Miranda a disservice,

Quintessa tilled her head and pinched her voice into a coquettish tone, “Darling, why haven’t you come yet? The water’s getting cold, weren’t you going to join me for a bath? You promised.”

Jerome spun around, and his cold eyes sliced through Quintessa,

She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Let’s see what you can do now.

On the phone, Miranda had already started screaming, “Jay, who is that bitch? Are you with another woman? Where are you guys, where? I’m going to tear that slut apart, tell me now.”

Jerome stepped towards Quintessa, and said with an icy voice, “You heard it wrong.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.