Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 350

Quintessa’s cheeks were still a bit flushed as she asked, “Auntie, is there anything I can do for you?”

Mrs. York didn’t hesitate, “Go peel the potatoes.”

She treated Quintessa so naturally without any formality, making Quintessa feel almost like she was truly part of the family.

“Oh dear, I forgot, you actresses, always taking care of your hands. You should wear gloves.”

“That’s alright, peeling with gloves on is a bit clumsy.”

Mrs. York looked on in surprise as Quintessa peeled the potatoes swiftly and skillfully, “I didn’t expect you to be so adept at this?”

Quintessa smiled, “I used to work in a restaurant when I was abroad.”

Mrs. York blinked in astonishment, surprised again that Quintessa had worked; she thought such a girl, when abroad, would be attending classes, shopping, buying clothes. That’s how the wealthy from her country usually live, the Young family isn’t poor, yet she still worked.

At dinner, Quintessa thought for a moment and said, “I’m sorry, Auntie, I crashed the car. It’s pretty badly damaged, and about the insurance.”

Before she could finish, Mrs. York tapped Tyrone’s hand with her fork, “That boy has money to burn. Once, he lost two Paganis in a bet within an hour, nearly gave me a heart attack. Don’t you worry about his money for him.”

Quintessa was shocked by Mrs. York’s words. How could there be such an adorable person in this world?

Tyrone spat out a bone, thinking it best to stay silent at the moment.

At her age, Mrs. York’s cosmetics were mainly for dark spot removal and skin tightening, but what she gave Quintessa was all about whitening and hydration, obviously bought specifically for her. It was a classic case of saying one thing but meaning another, just like Tyrone.

Quintessa took the heavy bag of cosmetics, her heart feeling just as heavy. She had seen all sorts of lowly characters over the years, but never someone who treated her this well.

Quintessa tightened her grip and forced a smile, “Auntie, thank you. You couldn’t really have taken a liking to me, wanting me as your daughter-in-law?”

Mrs. York lifted her chin, “Pfft, in your dreams. If you want to be my daughter-in-law, well, you’d have to make me happy first. Alright, alright, hurry up and go. Seeing you all annoys me, not letting me have a moment’s peace.”

Tyrone chuckled, “Alright, we’re leaving. Don’t miss us too much.”

Mrs. York turned away, “As if I would. I’m much more comfortable at home by myself.”