Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone once again led Quintessa to the private residence they had visited before. Quintessa refused Tyrone’s offer of a fireman’s carry. With uneven steps, she playfully stumbled into the elevator under his teasing gaze.

Quintessa wasn’t worried about Tyrone trying anything on her; she had a myriad of ways to shut him down if he ever tried.

Exiting the elevator, Tyrone entered the password, and the door opened.

The first thing that hit Quintessa was the tantalizing aroma wafting from the room. Her stomach had been growling for a while, and the smell was enough to make her mouth water.

Tyrone caught the scent too and frowned as he stepped inside, calling out, “Mom!” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sure enough, the only other person who’d be there besides him was his mother.

But why, oh why, did this little old lady always seem to show up whenever he brought Quintessa around? Could it be any more coincidental?

Tyrone was a bit disheartened. With his mom around, the things he wanted to do just couldn’t be done, could they?

As expected, Cecilia appeared from the kitchen, apron–clad, and said, “Honey, you’re back! You haven’t been home for da thought I’d… I…

and I

Her words trailed off as she caught sight of Quintessa trailing behind Tyrone, and she became a bit flustered.

Upon seeing Cecilia, Quintessa also paused. They had met twice before, and this was the third time, with each encounter being unpleasant. Especially considering the last one involved a “miscarriage“!

This made Cecilia feel uneasy and guilty every time she saw Quintessa, after all, it was her son who was at fault.

Incide

Quintessa waved at Cecilia, “What a coincidence meeting you here again.”

Seeing Cecilia, Quintessa’s mind started racing, coming up with one mischievous idea after another.

Cecilia cleared her throat awkwardly, “Ahem. Well, the food in the kitchen is almost ready”

With that, she hurried back to the kitchen.

Quintessa’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Tsk, your mom and I really are fated, aren’t we? Doesn’t this mean I’m one step closer to my goal of becoming your stepmom?”

Tyrone glanced at her belly and snorted, “Yeah, fated.”

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After a while, Cecilia reemerged, having regained her composure and poise. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn’t let this temptress see her flustered; it would only encourage the girl to worm her way further into their lives.

Noticing Quintessa with one bare foot, Cecilia asked, “Where’s your shoe?”

Quintessa tilted her chin up, “Ask your son.”

Cecilia turned to Tyrone with a questioning look.

Tyrone, who was grumpily sipping water, remained silent. Quintessa sighed dramatically, “Oh, the poor boy couldn’t help himself, insisting on a little car fun, and I couldn’t stop him, so there went my shoe.”

Tyrone choked on his water, spraying it out in a sudden coughing fit as he turned to stare at Quintessa in shock.

He finally understood how his mom felt every time she faced Quintessa. This woman, once she opened her mouth, wouldn’t stop until she shocked everyone.

Cecilia, who had just managed to reclaim her dignified air, stood gaping at Quintessa, unable to believe her ears.

With one foot bare, her clothes in disarray, and her hair tousled, Quintessa looked every bit the part of post–mischief. Cecilia’s face flushed crimson with indignation.

She ground her teeth and rounded on Tyrone, “What have you been up to? It hasn’t even been a month since her miscarriage!” Tyrone’s protest was drowned out by his mother’s fury, “Mom, I,”