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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

Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was off–limits to

Even his

might drop by now and

York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past

she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.

Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a

her jacket, ‘Sorry to

finger, “Just wait

say that. As the ‘siren,

bedroom – a place she rarely

low around his waist, bare–chested in

previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken advantage

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