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…”

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

couldn’t even muster the effort to give her a cold look, “Mom, you’re not getting any younger. Why

r collection?”

good care of herself that she appeared to be in her early forties.

said, “I’m beat. I’m heading upstairs to

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

while.”

wait, that’s her problem, not mine.”

for Mrs. York, earning her good graces, and since then she had been spreading rumors about being Tyrone’s

by him, not even worth a glance, let alone a conversation. Still,

ambitious woman seriously. If it weren’t for the fact that she somehow kept

Rachel but inadvertently noticed a mark on his neck, “Yikes, what’s happened to your neck? Who bit

was smeared with the remnants of lipstick – the unmistakable sign of a recent rendezvous. He hadn’t bothered to clean up after his escapade before coming home!

fumed inside, the brazenness of these temptresses knew no bounds. Her expression soured as she turned to look at Rachel, whose pale face and

“Look at you, getting worse every day. You’re a grown man with a girlfriend;

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