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 was empty.

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

it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t

was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in

home

in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure

Even his

downtown apartment was a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then,

York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon

checking on him, only to find

Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids;

“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

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

bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon

his waist, bare–chested in a way that screamed

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

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

York was

me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And

son would never want

smirked, “Yet, I did 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?

his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But

soured instantly, “Mom, what are

scanned the room, but there was no