Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 351

“Alright, we’re leaving then.”

“Bye Auntie.”

Tyrone reached to take the cosmetics from Quintessa’s hand, and the two left.

Mrs. York snorted at the sound of the car starting outside, “Ungrateful kids.”

Wilma was clearing the dinner table and said, “Ma’am, you actually like Ms. Young, don’t you?”

“What? No. I just think, she’s had it rough, losing her mom at such a young age and growing up with a stepmom. The Yates family, they’re all trouble, she must have had a hard time as a kid. But the thing is, Ty likes her. If he likes her, as his mother, I can’t stand in the way, can I? Besides she’s quite formidable. If they do end up together, she might just keep that wild boy in line.”

Wilma nodded with a smile, “You’re right, ma’am.”

Mrs. York stretched lazily, exhausted. She’d been shopping all day and had a spat with the Alexander couple, which had been mentally draining. She was exhausted now.

“I’ll go upstairs and lie down for a while. Wilma, remember to go to the supermarket tomorrow and get some ribs, pick good ones.”

“Alright!”

Summer evenings come late, and at 6 PM, the streetlights were on, but the sun hadn’t set yet. The skyline was dotted with towering buildings, and the roads were bustling in this modern city. In this modern metropolis, while technology advances, people become increasingly indifferent to each other.

Quintessa watched the passing vehicles outside, lost in thought.

Tyrone drove attentively. He glanced at Quintessa and said, “There’s something I’ve got to tell you. I’m not a spendthrift.”

When they reached the set, Quintessa was about to get out of the car, but Tyrone locked the doors.

“Hold on, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Quintessa looked at him, “What’s that?”

Tyrone gazed at her with his deep, soft, pitch-black eyes, as if they could envelop her. Quintessa paused.

With a serious expression, Tyrone said, “We’ve known each other for three and a half years now. At first, I didn’t think much of you. I wondered how someone as peculiar as you even existed. During the three years you were gone, I didn’t spare you a thought. I figured you were just a one-night stand, no big deal. I never expected to see you again, nor did I anticipate that, after three years, I’d remember everything about you so clearly. I thought I’d forgotten, but I hadn’t.

“Back then, I wondered, why do I remember this woman so clearly? What’s so good about her? I clearly disliked you so much, but I couldn’t control my desire to see you again.”