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…”

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

effort to give her a cold look, “Mom, you’re not getting any younger. Why are you burning the midnight

r collection?”

she appeared to be in her early forties.

beat. I’m heading upstairs

“Hold on a sec. Rachel’s been waiting for you

while.”

wants to wait, that’s her problem, not

second thought. A few years back, she had done a small favor for Mrs. York, earning her

years, she endured being ignored by him, not even worth a glance, let alone a conversation. Still, she managed to keep up appearances, acting as if their relationship was

seriously. If it weren’t for the fact that she somehow kept his mother in high spirits, he would have had her

hoped to get Tyrone to exchange a few words with Rachel but inadvertently noticed a

with the remnants of lipstick – the unmistakable sign of a recent rendezvous. He hadn’t bothered to clean up after

expression soured as she turned to look at Rachel, whose pale face and slender frame were

every day. You’re a grown man with a girlfriend; It’s time

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