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.

quickly, and soon realized that

leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the

her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong

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

home

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

Even his

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

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

to find a half–naked siren in

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

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

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals with you.”

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

place she rarely entered, and

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

scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken advantage of.

Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about this girl that had captured

was

want me around your son, just step aside and let me

“My son would never

“Yet, I did end up with your son.” Her hand went to her belly, “And who

She ran off?

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

what are you

was no sign of Quintessa, the