Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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

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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.

Quintessa sighed. Tyrone was the most unexpected surprise in her life, abrupt and unguarded.

She had initially used him to get back at Rachel, but now, it seemed their lives were entwined in a way she couldn't easily untangle.

Suddenly, a phone ring broke the silence. It wasn't Quintessa's phone. She turned to see Tyrone's phone vibrating on the desk. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up. It was Mrs. York calling, labeled on the phone as "My Little Old Lady." Quintessa couldn't help but smile. Their relationship was truly endearing!

She wasn't intent on answering, preferring to knock on the door to let Tyrone take the call.

But the door remained closed, and the phone kept ringing incessantly.

Mrs. York's habit was: if her son didn't answer, she'd keep calling until he did.

With the phone kept ringing, Quintessa thought it might be an urgent matter. After a moment of hesitation, she answered. Before she could speak, Mrs. York

launched into a rapid-fire monologue "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 | worry about you every day. Helping you with all those shady deals has left me with nightmares."

Quintessa, confused, managed to interject, “Auntie, it's..."

The voice on 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? | hang up, you two continue."

Quintessa's face flushed at Mrs. York's insinuation. Mrs. York's "continue" sounded so awkward,

wouldn't she think they were rolling in the sheets?

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Mrs. York's voice rose in surprise, "Oh, you went to see him?"

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Tyrone hurriedly took over, "Mom, what's up?" He was worried about what other bombshell his mom might drop.

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