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

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

even if it were her son

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

home

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

Even his

by now and then, but friends? Never.

home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer

on him, only to find a half–naked siren

her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you

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

an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

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

rarely entered, and upon getting in the

asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his

encounters. Her only thought was like,

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

was speechless.

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

son

son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I

She ran off?

thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight

instantly, “Mom, what are

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