Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone rolled his eyes, "Stop harping on about it. If you're so bold, why don't you take a shot? Bet you wouldn't dare. I'll strip down and get ready right this minute if you do."

He then turned to Mrs. York, "Mom, you should head inside. Weren't you saying you felt under the weather? Go rest up."

Mrs. York, glancing at Quintessa, still looked visibly worried. She grabbed Tyrone's arm tightly, "No way. How about, you lend her to me for the night then?"

Quintessa found Mrs. York's innocence endearing; rarely had she seen someone of her age maintain such purity. She chuckled, shaking her head at Mrs. York, "Auntie, I'm afraid that won't work. Well, two women can't exactly manage some things"

Mrs. York's face flushed red.

Struggling to hold back his laughter, Tyrone patted Mrs. York's arm, "Mom, go inside. If anyone's eating, it's your son here!"

Mrs. York harbored some doubts, "Can you even handle it?"

Well aware of how tough Quintessa could be and doubting her son's capabilities, she pondered if she should whip up some energy-boosting soup for him.

Tyrone frowned, "Mom, please, just go."

Mrs. York hesitated, shooting glances between Quintessa and Tyrone.

"Rest assured, Auntie. I promise your son will come back in one piece."

Mrs. York was conflicted, "Just don't be too harsh, okay?"

Quintessa waved her off, "Don't worry, Auntie."

Tyrone called out in a cool tone, "Mom."

"Fine, I'm going. Hmph." Mrs. York huffed, leaving the two and stepping inside.

Quintessa turned and got into the car, which slowly drove away from the Young family's residence.

Tyrone asked, "Where to?"

Quintessa scoffed, "Getting a room? Hope you've got the cash."

Tyrone chuckled, "I've got all sorts of money, just not for that. I like it when you're the one treating. So, what do you say?"

Quintessa rested her head on her hand, "Is my place done up yet?"

"It's ready, but remember, it's my place. I'm your landlord."

Quintessa brushed Tyrone's face with her hand, "Let's go then. At your place, my treat."

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After a moment of silence, Tyrone couldn't help but ask with a hint of sourness, "You're really heartless towards Alexander, aren't you? Don't you feel sorry for him?" SBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Why drag him into a mess?" Quintessa mused.

"And what about me?" Tyrone probed.

Quintessa gave him a look, "What do you think?"

Tyrone felt a tightness in his chest. His mom really had a lot to answer for.

He floored the gas pedal, and the car sped into the night.

Pulling into Harmony Retreat, Quintessa felt as if it had been ages since she last returned.

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the 16th floor, and they began their ascent.

Tyrone was burning with questions.

Quintessa suddenly placed a finger on Tyrone's lips, tiptoed, and kissed him, whispering, "Shh, save it for the bed."

Tyrone's mind went blank; this sudden turn of events felt too good to be true for him, "You better not back out now. No turning back."

Ding, the elevator doors opened, and

Tyrone, with Quintessa in his arms, passionately kissed all the way to their room. He punched in the door code, swung open the door, and as it shut Quintessa caught a glimpse of Snow through Tyrone's shoulder.