Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 392

Quintessa grabbed her empty thermos and headed out to the hallway bathroom to give it a wash. Mrs. York didn't object or say anything about it. It felt natural, after all, they were practically family now. Why stand on ceremony?

After washing up, she came back only to find Rachel hesitating at the doorstep, clutching her lunchbox.

A spark lit in Quintessa's eyes at the sight of Rachel… She had been looking for her, and here she was, walking right into the lion's den. Well, she couldn't blame Quintessa for not being polite now.

She couldn't believe Rachel had genuinely wanted to help her by sabotaging the car. In this world, anyone could have saved her, anyone but Rachel.

The feud between them wasn't just about Quintessa and the Youngs.

With a smirk playing on her lips, Quintessa approached and, just as Rachel was about to enter, shouldered into her from behind with force. Rachel stumbled and crashed against the doorframe, dropping her thermos with a loud clang, its contents spilling all over the floor.

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, nudging the thermos with her toe. "Oh, it's Rachel. My bad, did that hurt?"

Rachel's face turned a sickly shade as she stammered, "Quinn... I'm sorry..."

The room went silent, everyone's eyes on them. Mrs. York awkwardly scratched her arm. Gosh, this was uncomfortable. Maybe she should just look at her son instead.

Quintessa hooked an arm around Rachel's shoulder, pressing on the spot where she'd hit her. "Sorry?"

Rachel winced, her face turning paler. "I heard you got hurt... I just wanted to check on you, I..."

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