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

dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence

son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly

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

home

in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was

Even his

– his mother might drop by now and then,

Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was

she was, checking on him, only to find

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

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

wait until my son

chuckled, “Funny you should say that. As the ‘siren,

a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found

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

night’s encounters. Her

but 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

was

on the shoulder, Quintessa added, “If you don’t want me around your son, just step

retorted, “My son would never want

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

She ran off?

could get angry, he heard some 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 of his busy

mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are you

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