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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

was a private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was off–limits to everyone.

Even his

now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched

night, and now it was past noon with

here she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren

“Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t

to deepen with her frown. “You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s

“Just wait until

chuckled, “Funny you should say that. As the ‘siren,

she rarely entered, and

asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in a way

Her only thought was like, her

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