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

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

not, why would you

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

indeed, her son hadn't had children

"Son, maybe

Cecilia off, "Mom, please, just go shopping every day, get some beauty treatments, play cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon tea.

was exhausted,

was easily fooled time and time again by

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

huffed, "Who are

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

"Mom, if I really had an issue,

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

about I give you a grandson first, so that your son won't...