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. 16:25

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

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

another story. The mention of her son sent her

home

private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was off–limits to everyone.

Even his

now and then,

all night, and now it was past noon with

was, checking on him, only to find

kids; surely you don’t think I’m here

interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he

accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

should say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared

a place she rarely entered, and

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

raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought

the door, 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 girl that had captured

was

Mrs. York on the shoulder, Quintessa added, “If you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And keep your son away from me.”

retorted, “My son would never

“And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might

She ran off?

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 by the sight of his

“Mom, what are you doing here?”

there was no