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 eyes filled with worry, betraying her

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

gritted his teeth, "Of course not,

rested her chin on her hand, "How is this nonsense? Or was my miscarriage a lie? Young man, don't shy away from

indeed, her son

a worried look, she said, "Son, maybe we should go..." (to the

get some beauty treatments, play cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon tea. Leave the

was exhausted, truly

easily fooled time and time again

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

huffed, "Who are you

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

feeling weary, "Mom, if I really had an issue, how

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

about I give you a grandson