Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Pfft." Quintessa couldn't help but laugh out loud, hastily setting her spoon down, afraid of choking in a moment.

Tyrone lifted his chin provocatively towards Quintessa, a look of prideful arrogance on his face, as if to say: Yeah, that's how badass I am, I say and I do. Cecilia was dumbfounded, "What did you just say? Have you lost your mind?"

Tyrone scowled, "Lost my mind? Yeah, it's fried, totally fried." Fried by his desire.

Quintessa said to Cecilia, "Auntie, your son's head is fine, it's his virility that's in question. You might want to pick up some aphrodisiacs for him."

Tyrone's face darkened as if a storm cloud had settled over him, "Quintessa, just so you know, I'll remember what you said today."

Quintessa took a sip of her soup, "Tsk, can't I speak the truth? I'm just making factual inferences based on your performance."

Cecilia shouted angrily, "Nonsense, my son is perfectly fine."

Then, she quickly turned to Tyrone, "Right, son?"

unsure, her anxiety was palpable, her eyes

like he was being driven insane by these two women. He just wanted to say: Mom, could you please just stop talking? I'm not asking for your help, just don't tie down the legs of your

gritted his teeth, "Of course not, why

lie? Young man, don't shy away from seeking medical help. If you don't address it now, it'll only get worse,

her

"Son, maybe we should go..."

play cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon tea. Leave the rest to me. If your intelligence can't keep up, it's best not

was exhausted,

his own mom, was easily fooled

of pregnancies and miscarriages, even accusations of him being quick on the draw. How many times had she been

"Who

keep up? If I couldn't keep up, where did you get such a clever brain from? I'm your mother, is it wrong for me

really had an

because

to tease Cecilia, "Auntie, how about I give you a grandson first, so that your son