Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 417

Molly shivered and without a second thought, she hoisted her stuff and darted off!

She didn’t care what she stepped on as she ran, her pace so swift that she vanished in the blink of an eye.

Andrew's face turned a shade of crimson, his usually pale complexion now unnaturally rosy, his lips as red as if they were painted with blood, exuding an indescribable allure and beauty, just like Molly had said, even more beautiful than a woman.

His eyes were deep and cold, filled with fury as he bit back pain and pushed himself up against the wall.

Another figure approached, noticing Andrew's disheveled state, he exclaimed, “Whoa, what happened here, weren’t you leaving? Why are you sprawled out here? You barely had any drinks, right?”

“Got bumped into? And there are footprints on your pants, got stepped on?”

“It’s all good as long as you can still stand on your own two feet, everything else is irrelevant.”

Andrew glanced over with a cold stare, making the guy touch his nose, “I was just saying, no need to get worked up. You said you were going to throw a welcome party for me, yet you spent the whole night meditating like a monk. Even when a pretty girl was doing a strip tease in front of you, you felt nothing. Seriously, are you okay?”

With a shove, Andrew pushed the man away, “Get lost!”

“Tsk, Andrew, my brother, don’t be so prideful. If it’s really bad, I can take you to the hospital.”

Andrew walked away, determined to catch that reckless daredevil.

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Mrs. York, arm in arm with Quintessa, emerged from the restroom. Despite her age and having not slept all night, she felt no fatigue, her body buzzing with energy. Just the thought of Mrs. Harrington and those other two old biddies, probably still figuring out what to do in their naked distress, filled her with immense satisfaction.

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