Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone rolled his eyes, "Stop harping on about it. If you're so bold, why don't you take a shot? Bet you wouldn't dare. I'll strip down and get ready right this minute if you do."

He then turned to Mrs. York, "Mom, you should head inside. Weren't you saying you felt under the weather? Go rest up."

Mrs. York, glancing at Quintessa, still looked visibly worried. She grabbed Tyrone's arm tightly, "No way. How about, you lend her to me for the night then?"

Quintessa found Mrs. York's innocence endearing; rarely had she seen someone of her age maintain such purity. She chuckled, shaking her head at Mrs. York, "Auntie, I'm afraid that won't work. Well, two women can't exactly manage some things"

Mrs. York's face flushed red.

Struggling to hold back his laughter, Tyrone patted Mrs. York's arm, "Mom, go inside. If anyone's eating, it's your son here!"

Mrs. York harbored some doubts, "Can you even handle it?"

Well aware of how tough Quintessa could be and doubting her son's capabilities, she pondered if she should whip up some energy-boosting soup for him.

Tyrone frowned, "Mom, please, just go."

Mrs. York hesitated, shooting glances between Quintessa and Tyrone.

your son will come back in one

York was conflicted, "Just don't be too harsh,

her off, "Don't worry,

in

going. Hmph." Mrs. York huffed, leaving

which slowly drove

Tyrone asked, "Where to?"

a room? Hope you've got

"I've got all sorts of money, just not for that. I like it when you're the

hand, "Is my place done up

it's my place. I'm

her hand, "Let's go then. At your place, my

That seemed to carry

n underlying

unexpectedly blush. Having been around Quintessa for so long, he'd long since

et

sourness, "You're really heartless towards Alexander, aren't you? Don't you feel sorry

him into a mess?" Quintessa