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.

soon realized that the space beside him was empty.

by Mrs. York’s

be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

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

home

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

Even his

mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched by outside

York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past

checking on him, 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 water?”

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 quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head

an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

that. As the ‘siren,

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

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

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

my son?” Seeing Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about this girl that had

was

your son, just

York retorted, “My son would

her belly, “And who knows, if I’m

She ran off?

Tyrone 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

instantly, “Mom, what

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