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

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 son

"Of course not, why would

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

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

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

exhausted, truly

mom, was easily fooled time and time

of pregnancies and miscarriages, even accusations of him being quick on

"Who

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

really had

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

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