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

dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs.

were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her

The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my

home

the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his

Even his

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

York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer

checking on 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

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 I

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait

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

place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found her son.

slinging low around his waist,

night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had

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

was speechless.

you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And keep your son

retorted, “My son would never want you.”

went to her belly, “And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give

She ran off?

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 sight

“Mom, what

room, but there was no sign of