Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 330

“James, come here.”

“What can I do for you, Mr. York?”

“I’ve got a task for you.”

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 beautiful 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!

Quintessa quickly clarified, “I’m in his office. He stepped out, I saw the phone kept ringing, so I answered.”

Mrs. York’s voice rose in surprise, “Oh, you went to see him?”

Click, the door was pushed open. And Quintessa, looking up to see Tyrone, quickly said, “Your mom’s on the phone.”

Tyrone hurriedly took over, “Mom, what’s up?”

He was worried about what other bombshell his mom might drop.

Mrs. York whispered, “I was just thinking. It would be great that Quinn was there. Don’t let her go, bring her along to Golden Harvest after work.”