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. 16:25

a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs.

embarrassed even if it were her son standing there

of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in

home

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

Even his

downtown apartment was a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but

hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer from his

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

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

“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,

wait

say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already

bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in

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

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

ire. What was it about this girl that had captured her son’s attention? Leaning

York was

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

retorted, “My son would

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

She ran off?

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 busy

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

but there was no sign of Quintessa, the enchantress.