Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 74

Mrs. York’s eyes widened as she stared intently at Quentessa’s belly

Quintessa, already finding Mrs York’s scrutiny annoying, decided to provoke her further expecting to intensify the dralibe

But to her surprise. Mrs York seemed almost fixated on her abdomen.

“Maam, please step aside, or I might just camp out here after all, Quentessa said with a hint of sass.

Mrs. York’s garo was complex as she looked at her

Quintessa shook her head. Tyrone’s mother was indeed different from what she had imagined.

She opened the door and stepped out.

Mrs. York tiptoed to watch Quintessa disappear into the distance, her face twisting with worry, “What if she’s actually pregnant?”

After leaving Tyrone’s house, Quintessa glanced at her watch, it was already 1 PM. She had slept longer than expected

The sunlight was just right overhead, and she squinted against the brightness until her eyes adjusted.

Her phone rang: it was Violet.

Tm on my way back.” Quintessa spoke into the phone.

Not long after Quintessa left, Tyrone woke up.

soon realized that the space

pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in

if it were her son standing there –

of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would

home

in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his

Even his

now and

sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now

was, checking on him, only to find

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

up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head

accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals with you.”

As

rarely entered, and upon getting

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

raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken

for the door, but Mrs. York blocked her, “Hold on, you can’t leave. Who are you, and how did you ensnare my son?” Seeing Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about this girl that had captured her son’s attention? Leaning against the door with a mocking tone, Quintessa said, “Auntie, it happened. What more do you want? Should I take responsibility, or should he?”

was speechless.

don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And keep

retorted, “My son

with your son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give you a grandson in

She ran off?

could get angry, he heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open

instantly, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

but there was no sign of Quintessa,