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…”

much going on today, so I thought I’d drop by and check on Mrs. York. We got to talking and time just flew

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

r collection?”

taken such good care of herself that she appeared to be in her early forties. She touched her face anxiously, “Oh

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

sec. Rachel’s

while.”

to wait, that’s her problem, not

she had done a small favor for

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

the fact that she somehow kept his mother in high

exchange a few words with Rachel but inadvertently noticed a mark on his

unmistakable sign of a recent rendezvous. He

the brazenness of these temptresses knew no bounds. Her expression soured as she turned to look at Rachel, whose pale face and slender frame were trembling slightly, clearly

getting worse every day. You’re a grown man with a

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