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.

assured, Auntie. I promise your son

conflicted, "Just

her off,

out in

I'm going. Hmph." Mrs. York huffed,

into the car, which

Tyrone asked, "Where to?"

room?

for that. I like it when you're the one treating. So, what do you

head on her hand, "Is my place done

remember, it's my

face with her hand, "Let's go then.

That seemed to carry

n underlying

Tyrone unexpectedly blush. Having been around Quintessa for so long, he'd long since lost any sense

et

sourness, "You're really heartless towards

drag him into a

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