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.

that

dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly

story. The mention of her son sent her into

home

estate,

Even his

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

had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer

on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his

right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a glass

seemed 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 quite taken with me. If he weren’t

wait until my son deals with

that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already

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

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

Her only thought was like, her son had been

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

York was speechless.

you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let

son would never want

end up 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?

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 the bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of his

instantly, “Mom, what are

the room, but there was no sign of Quintessa, the