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.

soon realized that the

unfazed by Mrs. York’s

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly

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

home

in the sprawling York estate,

Even his

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

hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past

only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.

Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids;

zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but

pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals with

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

she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found

a blanket slinging low around his waist,

previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had

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

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

son would never

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

She ran off?

heard some 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 the sight of his

mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are

there was no sign of Quintessa, the enchantress.