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.

and soon realized that the space

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

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

story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy.

home

York estate,

Even his

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

Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no

him, only to find a half–naked siren in

kids; surely

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

pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until

say that. As

that, Mrs. York stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room,

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

previous night’s encounters. Her only

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

York was speechless.

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

York retorted, “My son would never want

up with your son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And

She ran off?

heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open

soured instantly, “Mom, what are you

scanned the room, but there was no sign