Chapter 35

Tyrone strolled into the house, his clothes already freshly changed, a paper bag swinging

from his grip as he made his way into the living room.

It was past 11, yet the York family’s living room was alive with chatter.

“Tyrone, you’re back.”

With a drawl, Tyrone replied, “Mom, you’re still up?”

His mother, Mrs. York, stood from her seat, starting to say, “Well, I was just…”

her quickly interjected in a soft tone, “Tyrone, you’re home. I didn’t have much going on today, so I

he couldn’t even muster the effort to give her a cold look, “Mom, you’re not getting any younger. Why are you burning the midnight oil? Looking to add

r collection?”

care of herself that she appeared to be in her early forties. She touched her face anxiously, “Oh dear, is that true?”

beat. I’m heading upstairs

York caught hold of him, “Hold on a sec. Rachel’s been waiting for you for quite

while.”

she wants to wait, that’s her

done a small favor for Mrs. York, earning her good graces, and since then she had been spreading rumors about

years, she endured being ignored by him, not even worth a

ambitious woman seriously. If it weren’t for the fact that she somehow kept his mother in high spirits,

to exchange a few words with Rachel but inadvertently noticed a mark on his neck, “Yikes, what’s happened to your neck? Who bit you? And what’s this?”

remnants of lipstick – the unmistakable sign of a recent rendezvous. He hadn’t

bounds. Her expression soured as she

You’re a grown man with a

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