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.

that the

by

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

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

home

private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make

Even his

now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched by outside influence.

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

to

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

York’s wrinkles 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 over heels, why

finger, “Just wait until my son deals

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

a place she rarely entered,

slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in a

Her only thought was like, her son had been taken advantage

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 about this girl that had captured her son’s attention? Leaning against the door with a mocking

York was

want me around your son, just step aside and let

retorted, “My son would never want

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

She ran off?

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

mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

was no sign of Quintessa, the