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.

realized that the space beside him

pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in

wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there –

was another story. The mention of her son sent her into

home

the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was

Even his

a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never.

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

on him, only to find a

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

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 so head over heels,

wait until

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

a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the

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

thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought

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

York was

want me around your son,

son would never want

Her hand went to her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give

She ran off?

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

soured instantly, “Mom, what are

there was