Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"James, come here."

"What can I do for you, Mr. York?"

"I've got a task for you."

Quintessa was wrestling with the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. She let out a sigh, wondering what on earth Tyrone was up to.

Quintessa rubbed her forehead, somewhat regretting coming to look for Tyrone.

Trapped, she glanced around Tyrone's office and noticed a photo of him with Mrs. York. In the picture, he had a youthful look, his arm around Mrs. York's shoulder, both the mother and the son wearing beautifu smiles.

Quintessa put the photo back down, feeling a mix of emotions. How could she not realize that Tyrone's intention in keeping her in the dark was to protect her?

But she wasn't used to being protected. She had long become accustomed to bracing herself against the treacherous tides of society, with spikes up and schemes at play. There had been times when she was left battered and barely breathing, and no one had offered her a helping hand. Now that she could protect herself, someone wanted to shield her.

sighed. Tyrone was the most unexpected surprise in her

back at Rachel, but now, it seemed their lives were entwined in a way she couldn't easily

silence. It wasn't Quintessa's phone. She turned to see Tyrone's phone

moment before picking it up. It was Mrs. York calling, labeled on the

help but smile. Their relationship

on answering, preferring to knock on

and the phone kept ringing

was: if her son didn't answer,

it might be an urgent

could speak,

"Son, what are you doing that you took so long to answer the phone? Dilly-dallying, no wonder you haven't won the girl's heart yet. I'm getting on in years, yet I worry about you every day. Helping you with all those

to

the other end paused abruptly, and after a moment, Mrs. York asked, "Ahem, ah, are you two together? Where's Ty? Maybe shouldn't have called now? I hang up, you

face flushed at Mrs. York's insinuation. Mrs. York's "continue" sounded