Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 

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!” 

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… 

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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.”