Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia was always a bit wary of Tyrone, instinctively wanting to go upstairs. However, after taking a few steps, she stopped and came back, "No, I can't go back to sleep."

She had just managed to interrupt the little romance brewing between Quintessa and her son. If she left, they'd just end up back together.

Quintessa knew what Cecilia was thinking. She gave a self-mocking smile. In everyone's eyes, she, Quintessa, was a true vixen, a source of trouble. Respectable families would never approve of her. But Quintessa braced herself, her smile no different than usual, "Auntie, are you afraid I'll devour your son?"

Being so guarded against made Quintessa feel bitter, yet her smile only grew brighter.

Cecilia, feeling her concerns were pinpointed, awkwardly said, "Of course, I'm not comfortable with you, this little siren, being with my son. Tonight, you must sleep with me."

Cecilia felt she needed to keep an eye on Quintessa. Letting her sleep alone in the guest room? No way, they might end up together again.

Tyrone was a mess inside. If Cecilia wasn't his mother, he might have lost his temper, go up and give her a good beat. That was the honest truth.

Tyrone was exhausted. Being tormented by these two women in the middle of the night made him feel the world was full of traps.

"Mom, what do you want then?"

gestured to Quintessa, "You

spent the night in the same bed

but Quintessa just laid down on the bed. Cecilia's bed was soft and comfy, freshly aired out and smelling of sunshine. It reminded her of the warmth she felt lying in her mother's

Suppressing her bitterness,

turned over, kicked

pulled

don't

you can always

huffed, "I am the elder here.

stretched, "Elder, sure. Maybe when you become my mother-in-law, I'll start

That day will

a man yet who could resist me for long. You might want to be nicer to me or

down in a huff, both settling on opposite sides of the

was sulking, while Quintessa was in a rather

bonding session with my potential

stress-free. She knew, deep down, this

flatter yourself. I'll never accept you, never.