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

pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in

son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong

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

home

estate, he’d make sure his bedroom

Even his

fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained

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

only to

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

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 quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head over heels, why would I be here?”

accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

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

a place she rarely entered,

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

with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her

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

was

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

son

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

She ran off?

she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the bedroom door,

“Mom, what are you

scanned the room, but there was no sign of Quintessa,