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?"

palpable, her eyes filled with worry, betraying her faltering

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

not, why would

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 address it now, it'll only get worse, after all, you don't

anxious, indeed, her son hadn't

said, "Son, maybe we should go..." (to the

cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon

exhausted,

easily fooled time and

even accusations of him being quick on the draw. How many

"Who are

up? If I couldn't keep up, where did you get such a clever

"Mom, if I really had an issue, how

her hand, "That's because I'm healthy and fertile,

tease Cecilia, "Auntie, how about I give you a grandson first, so that your son won't...