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.

and soon realized that the space beside

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

be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong

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

home

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

Even his

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

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

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

You’ve had kids; surely you don’t

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

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

that. As the ‘siren,

York stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely

low around his waist, bare–chested in a

with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like,

son?” Seeing Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about

York was speechless.

shoulder, Quintessa added, “If you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And keep your son

retorted, “My son would never want you.”

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

She ran off?

Tyrone 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

“Mom, what are you doing

room, but there was no sign of Quintessa, the