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.

quickly, and soon realized that the space beside him was empty.

a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly

another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never

home

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

Even his

a fortress – his mother might drop by now

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

she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.

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

“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. If he weren’t so head over heels, why would

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my

should say that. As the ‘siren,

that, Mrs. York stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found her

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

scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was

did you ensnare my son?” Seeing Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it

was speechless.

York on the shoulder, Quintessa added, “If you don’t want me around your son, just step

“My son would

belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give you a grandson in ten months.”

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

mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

the room, but there was no sign of Quintessa,