Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 74

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 space beside him

by

her son standing there

York was another story. The mention of her son sent her

home

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

Even his

drop by now and then,

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

she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.

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

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 would I

an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my

should say that. As

toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and

low around his waist, bare–chested

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

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 about this

was speechless.

son, just step aside and let me

“My son would

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

She ran off?

lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the

what are you doing here?”

there was

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