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.

unexpected surprise in her life, abrupt

at Rachel, but now, it seemed their

ring broke the silence. It wasn't Quintessa's phone. She turned

Mrs. York calling, labeled on the phone as "My

but smile. Their relationship

wasn't intent on answering, preferring to knock on the door

door remained closed, and the phone kept

son didn't answer, she'd keep calling until he

the phone kept ringing, Quintessa thought it might be an urgent matter. After a moment of hesitation,

she could

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

managed to interject, “Auntie,

asked, "Ahem, ah, are

at Mrs. York's insinuation.