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Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 

Mrs. York’s eyes widened as she stared intently at Quentessa’s belly 

Quintessa, already finding Mrs York’s scrutiny annoying, decided to provoke her further expecting to intensify the dralibe 

But to her surprise. Mrs York seemed almost fixated on her abdomen

“Maam, please step aside, or I might just camp out here after all, Quentessa said with a hint of sass

Mrs. York’s garo was complex as she looked at her 

Quintessa shook her head. Tyrone’s mother was indeed different from what she had imagined

She opened the door and stepped out

Mrs. York tiptoed to watch Quintessa disappear into the distance, her face twisting with worry, What if she’s actually pregnant?” 

After leaving Tyrone’s house, Quintessa glanced at her watch, it was already 1 PM. She had slept longer than expected 

The sunlight was just right overhead, and she squinted against the brightness until her eyes adjusted

Her phone rang: it was Violet

Tm on my way back.Quintessa spoke into the phone

Not long after Quintessa left, Tyrone woke up

He sat up quickly, and soon realized that the space beside him was empty. 16:25 

 

Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room

She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit

But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his 

home 

Tyrone was a private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was offlimits to everyone

Even his 

can downtown apartment was a fortress his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched by outside influence

Mrs. York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer from his phone

So, here she was, checking on him, only to find a halfnaked siren in his apartment

Quintessa slid into her jeans, taunting, Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a glass of water?” 

Mrs. York’s wrinkles seemed to deepen with her frown. You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?Quintessa zipped up her jacket, Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head over heels, why would I be here?” 

Mrs. York pointed an accusatory finger, Just wait until my son deals with you.” 

Quintessa chuckled, Funny you should say that. As the siren, I’ve already ensnared your son.” 

With that, Mrs. York stormed toward the bedroom a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found her son

He was asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his waist, barechested in a way that screamed impropriety

Mrs. York’s mind raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken advantage of

Quintessa headed for the door, but Mrs. York blocked her, Hold on, you can’t leave. Who are you, and how did you ensnare my son?Seeing Quintessa’s foxy grin only fueled Mrs. York’s ire. What was it about this girl that had captured her son’s attention? Leaning against the door with a mocking tone, Quintessa said, Auntie, it happened. What more do you want? Should I take responsibility, or should he?” 

Mrs. York was speechless

Patting Mrs. York on the shoulder, Quintessa added, If you don’t want me around your son, just step aside and let me go. And keep your son away from me.” 

Mrs. York retorted, “My son would never want you.” 

Quintessa smirked, Yet, I did end up with your son.” Her hand went to her belly, And who knows, if I’m not careful, I might just give you a grandson in ten months.” 

She ran off

Before Tyrone could get angry, he heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of his busy mother

Tyrone’s mood soured instantly, Mom, what are you doing here?” 

He scanned the room, but there was no sign of Quintessa, the enchantress

Mrs. York huffed: I had to come. Otherwise, that little witch would’ve left you nothing but bones.” 

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