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.

that the space beside him

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

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong

was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense,

home

man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d

Even his

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

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

him, only to find a

you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a

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

wait until my

“Funny you should say that. As the

York stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely

low around his waist, bare–chested in a way that screamed impropriety.

raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only

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 do you want? Should I take responsibility, or

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

York retorted, “My son would

“And who knows, if I’m

She ran off?

hadn’t left after all. But when he swung

soured instantly, “Mom, what are you doing

room, but there was no sign of Quintessa, the