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Chapter 73

Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room.

She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his

home

York estate, he’d make sure his

Even his

– his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched

Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer

him, only to find a

into her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just

her jacket,

wait

say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve

bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in

was asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his waist,

the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her

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