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?"

her anxiety was palpable, her eyes filled with

wanted to say: Mom, could you please just stop talking? I'm not asking for your help, just

not, why

chin on her hand, "How is this nonsense? Or was my miscarriage a lie? Young man, don't shy away from seeking medical help. If you don't

anxious, indeed, her son hadn't had

she said, "Son, maybe we

cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon tea. Leave the rest to me. If your intelligence

was exhausted, truly

mom, was easily fooled time and time

pregnancies and miscarriages, even accusations of him being quick on the draw. How

huffed, "Who

a clever brain from? I'm your mother, is it wrong for me to

if I really had an issue, how could she

raised her hand, "That's because

you a grandson first,