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 space beside him was empty. 16:25

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

be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

sent her into

home

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

Even his

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

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

checking on him, only to

kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a

to deepen with her frown. “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.

wait until my son deals with

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

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

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

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

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

York was

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

York retorted, “My son would never want

hand went to her belly, “And

She ran off?

Tyrone could get angry, he heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open

soured instantly, “Mom, what

was no sign of