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

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

son standing there – modesty

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

home

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

Even his

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

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

checking on him, only to find a half–naked

into her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think

jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s

wait until my

say that. As

toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and

his waist,

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

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?

York was speechless.

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

son would never want

your son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give you a grandson in ten months.”

She ran off?

he heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But

mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are you doing

room, but there was no sign