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

at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs.

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly

story. The mention of her son sent her into

home

estate, he’d make sure his bedroom

Even his

drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary

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

him, only to find

taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here

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, why would I be here?”

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until

say that. As the ‘siren,

toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she

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

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

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,

was speechless.

don’t want me around your son, just step

“My son would

belly, “And who knows, if I’m not

She ran off?

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 greeted by

what are you doing

but there was no sign of Quintessa,