Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone's face flushed a deep shade of red: "Mom, what are you even talking about? When have I ever been played?" Clearing his throat, Tyrone continued, "Mom, why are you asking all these questions? First, tell me, how did you get here?"

Serena quickly interjected, "Ty, I came with Mrs. York for a vacation. The tour guide suggested we stay at this hotel, claiming that it had better accommodations. But honestly, this place is not great." Tyrone glanced at Serena, feeling too annoyed to engage with her.

He told Mrs. York, "Mom, just do whatever you need to do. I've got to head out for a bit. Please, no meddling."

As Tyrone reached to pull Mrs. York's arm and shut the door, Mrs. York grimaced, "Son, isn't that a bit embarrassing that you get kicked out all the time? You might not care, but it's mortifying for me." Tyrone's face turned even redder. What could be more humiliating than his own mother witnessing him being booted out of bed by a woman? He was well aware of his disheveled appearance - unwashed face. uncombed hair, still in yesterday's clothes - without needing a mirror.

Frustrated, Tyrone exclaimed, "Mom."

Suddenly, the door swung open: "What's with all the noise outside? Go get the medicine already."

Wrapped in a sheet, with hair tousled and shoulders exposed, Quintessa stood there, her neck marked with bite marks from Tyrone the night before, looking irritable from being woken up.

Everyone froze, and upon seeing Mrs. York, Quintessa did too.

After a moment, she managed, "Mrs. York, you?"

Stunned, Tyrone quickly stepped in front of Quintessa, trying to usher her back inside, "Who told you to come out? Get back in, now."

Mrs. York immediately said, "Quintessa, dear, I've come all this way. Won't you invite me in?"

Still dazed, Quintessa reflexively responded, "Oh, sure, come in then."

Tyrone grabbed Mrs. York's hand, stopping her from entering, "What are you doing, Mom? Don't make a scene. Quintessa, just go back to sleep, and I'll be back soon." Then, turning menacingly towards Serena, he snapped, "And you, what are you staring at?"

Serena shrank back, hiding behind Wilma.

Mrs. York pouted, "Why are you yelling? Do you want everyone to know you got kicked out without any thanks?" Tyrone's face crumbled, "Mom."

Mrs. York insisted, "Then let me in."

"No way."

Taking advantage of Mrs. York's momentary distraction, Tyrone quickly pulled her aside and slammed the door shut. Inside, Quintessa paused, then, clutching the sheet, she returned to bed, thinking, Screw this, I need sleep.

Tyrone finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Mom, go find your room. I've got things to do."

With that, he turned to leave, only to hear

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Tyrone gritted his teeth, pulling Mrs. York away, "Mom, what are you trying to do?" NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Mrs. York looked innocent, "Just trying to have a word with the little siren who took advantage of my son."

Tyrone gritted his teeth, "It wasn't like that, okay?"

He sometimes wondered if she was really his mother. With so many people around watching, why did she insist on putting him in such awkward situations? Why couldn't they just get along peacefully?

Mrs. York glanced at the door, "But it's a fact that you got kicked out, isn't it? You just got booted out of bed, didn't you?"