Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 74

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 the space

a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the

were her son standing there – modesty

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

home

estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was off–limits

Even his

might drop by now and then, but

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

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

kids; surely you don’t

in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your

“Just wait until my son deals with you.”

should say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared your

rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she

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

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

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,

York was

Mrs. York on the shoulder, Quintessa added, “If you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let

“My son

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 ten

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

instantly, “Mom, what

scanned the room, but there was

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