Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 267

Tyrone's face turned cold: "Mom, was it Quintessa?"

Scoffing, Mrs. York sent Tyrone a photo she'd sneakily taken. It showed Alexander and Quintessa standing face-to-face.

The sight nearly made Tyrone smash his phone.

"That Quintessa, I've been at loggerheads with Snow for her, and here she is, cozying up with Alexander behind my back. I can't believe this."

It seemed like his rivals in love were sprouting up like mushrooms after the rain.

While everyone else seemed to woo their lady with ease, Tyrone felt like he was navigating a minefield, with Snow on one side and Alexander seizing his chance on the other.

Tyrone asked coldly: "Mom, did you see her?"

"Yeah."

"Did you talk to her?"

Mrs. York's tone was unfriendly: "Why should I tell you? You know Alex is after her, and it is your problem to keep her."

Something felt off to Tyrone. "Mom, why are you being so nice all of a sudden? Don't you usually get annoyed just hearing her name?"

"I just felt like it. Hmph."

With that, Mrs. York hung up.

Tyrone tried calling back, but she hung up again. Like mother, like son - persistent to a fault.

Mrs. York turned off her phone: "That'll teach you to ignore my calls. See how you like it."

But no sooner had Mrs. York arrived home, Tyrone was back, calling out, "Mom."

"When have I ever sabotaged you?"

"Who told Quintessa I was no good?"

"I wasn't lying. You've always been a troublemaker."

Tyrone sighed, "Mom. I'm your son. Even if I'm not the best, you should still talk me up. Especially in front of a girl I'm interested in."

Mrs. York rolled her eyes: "Tell me, aside from being rich and decent-looking, what else is there to brag about?"

Tyrone leaned back, realizing this conversation was going nowhere.

He'd been in a funk for days, especially since Quintessa had given him the cold shoulder. Tyrone hadn't been home for days, spending his nights at the Luxe Haven Club, trying to drown his sorrows. Despite his efforts, he was the only one who remained painfully sober after outdrinking everyone else.