Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia rolled her eyes at Quintessa, "Oh, stop your nonsense. I know my son better than anyone. His interest in you is merely a fleeting infatuation. Once the novelty wears off, he won't even remember you. I' advise you to take whatever money you can from him now and leave before he grows tired of you and, well, let's just say he's not exactly the saint you think he is, you..."

Cecilia went on a tirade, only to realize that Quintessa wasn't listening-she had already fallen asleep.

Cecilia scoffed and turned away.

After Cecilia fell asleep, Quintessa opened her eyes. The room was decorated warmly, not in a pursuit of sheer opulence but for comfort.

Lying on such a soft bed, Quintessa found herself unable to sleep.

The next morning, Cecilia woke up to find Quintessa gone. She thought Quintessa had snuck into her son's room in the middle of the night, but when she knocked on Tyrone's bedroom door, she found Quintessa was not there either.

Both the mother and the son came to the realization that the wily girl had left on her own.

Tyrone, with a stern face, came downstairs just as Wilma was telling Cecilia, "Ma'am, Ms. Young left a message that she borrowed a set of your clothes."

Cecilia was momentarily stunned. "Who gave her the right to wear my clothes without any notice? Did she say anything else?"

Wilma, with a look of difficulty, replied, "She also said 'after having miscarried for your son, wearing one of your dresses isn't too much, is it?""

That deflated Cecilia instantly.

Indeed, it wasn't too much at all.

Cecilia found it strange, the little vixen leaving so abruptly.

Wilma cast a covert glance at Tyrone, who stood behind her with a dark expression, "She also said thanks for letting her snag such a huge bargain of a son."

The expressions on both Tyrone and Cecilia were priceless.

"I'll go see about breakfast." Cecilia hastily retreated to the kitchen.

Tyrone was about to leave when the house phone rang. Wilma answered and quickly called Tyrone back, "Sir, it's your father on the line." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Tyrone's already sour mood soured further as he picked up the receiver, "Hello."

"Hey Ty, can you drop by Serenitia and take care of some affairs here? I'm feeling tired and would like a break."

Tyrone scoffed dismissively, "No.

Aren't you busy trying to give me a little brother? Keep at it; leave everything to him. I've got things to do. That's all for now, Dad. In the future, just call my cell directly, don't call the house phone, it upsets

Mom."

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Tyrone hung up and told Wilma, "If the phone rings and I'm not around, just hang up."

"Understood, sir."

As Tyrone was grabbing his car keys to leave, Cecilia emerged from the kitchen, "Son, wait a minute, have some breakfast before you go." "I'm not hungry, I've got to go."

"Hmph, what urgent matter could

you possibly have that you're in such a rush for? It's to see that little vixen, isn't it? How many times have told you to stop seeing her? Why won't you listen?"

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Tyrone paused and turned around, his expression serious for once, "Mom, I'm an adult. I know which woman want. And I'm clear about wanting her. This is not your business. Why keep upsetting yourself? Besides, she's not as bad as you think. She's actually pretty great, you just haven't seen it."