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.

up quickly, and soon realized that the space beside him was empty. 16:25

at a leisurely pace, unfazed by

wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there

her son sent her into a

home

estate, he’d make sure his

Even his

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

hadn’t come home all night, and

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

“Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think

wrinkles seemed 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

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

As

rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she

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

of the previous night’s encounters. Her only

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 said, “Auntie, it happened. What more do you want? Should I take

was

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

York retorted, “My son would never want you.”

I did end up with your son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And who knows,

She ran off?

lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he

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

there was