Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Mom. You really don't care?"

Mrs. York thought Tyrone was referring to the car that got wrecked, and she said, "What's there to care about? It's just money, aren't you well off anyway?"

Tyrone paused for a moment, then said, "I saw her crying today, and it really hurt me. I just thought, if she could just smile once, I'd do anything for her." Mrs. York put down her phone, looked at Tyrone with some surprise, and gently patted his head, "Son, sometimes you gotta follow your heart. Matters of the heart aren't that complicated. When you can't stop thinking about someone, when it pains you to see them hurt, or when you get jealous over them, that's love. Don't doubt it, and don't fight with yourself. If you're all twisted up now, give it a few years, and you'll be regretting it."

Tyrone was stunned. Had he fallen for Quintessa? Really?

His heart suddenly raced. He wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. His mind was blank.

Seeing Tyrone like this, Mrs. York knew her dear son still hadn't quite figured it out. She reached out and patted his head again, "Silly boy, always sneaking into bed, and after all those nights, haven't you figured it out yet? With your stubborn streak, letting someone take advantage of you and still indulging them repeatedly, what are you after if not her heart?"

and he stood

Mrs. York chuckled.

few steps, Tyrone turned back and asked, "Mom, do you regret

York's face. "Of course, I regret it. But what can you do? You've been bouncing around for years, and I'm getting old. This is my life. I'm fine with it. I'm pretty happy like this. Besides, I'm not short

ability to maintain such a disposition over the years was largely due to her attitude-she was optimistic and content. If it hadn't

naive in the past, simply because she couldn't be bothered

ever think about

course, I did. I'm not really foolish. I was adamant about getting a divorce back then, but then you clung to my leg and cried, and I had to

start by actually getting married. With your temperament, who'd want

else with a