Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York playfully swatted Tyrone's hand away, "Even if it's to say thanks, I should be the one going. Why are you sticking your nose in?"

Tyrone stood up, straightening his jacket, "Isn't there an old saying, 'A son inherits his mother's debts'? If you owe someone a favor, then it's up to me to repay it. Between you and me, mom, there's no need for formalities. Let's go."

Mrs. York watched how Tyrone, having entered the house with a face of dejection, left home with a bounce in his step.

She couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head, "That cheeky boy."

Wilma, having overheard it, couldn't resist asking, "Ma'am, I thought you never liked Ms. Young. What changed?"

Mrs. York, with an eyebrow raised, snatched a piece of jewelry that Wilma was holding, "Who said anything about liking her now?"

Tyrone felt that the weight of several days' worth of frustration begin to lift off his shoulders.

He wanted to see Quintessa, but her parting words weighed heavily on him, making him uncomfortable at the thought of seeking her out just for a physical rendezvous.

Indeed, Tyrone didn't want it to be like that. Yes, he had once dreamed of waking up next to Quintessa, but now that the opportunity was here, he didn't want to pursue it in that manner.

he decided not to dwell on it. He was afraid that it would possibly uncover a more

time by solving a

her previous missteps and made up for them in

James, "Get me

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gift! Why

exasperated, "But who is it for? What do they

a simple task; go hang out with Franklin."

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Tyrone's dark mood, cautiously asked, "Mr. York, didn't you know? Didn't

feeling irritated. Was

coolly, "Of course she told me. I'm an investor in this project. Can't I

can,"

not around, Tyrone had no reason to stay a moment longer. The good mood he had brought from

leave, Reuben called out,

sitting in his car, glanced at the beautifully wrapped gift; scoffing, he tossed it to