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.

realized that the space beside him was

by Mrs. York’s presence

even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her

story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy.

home

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

Even his

fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but

and now it was past noon with

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

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

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

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

As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared your son.”

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

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

mind raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like,

foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about this girl that had captured her son’s attention? Leaning against

was

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

York retorted, “My son

her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give you a grandson in

She ran off?

touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the bedroom door, he was

what are you doing here?”

but there was