Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia was so furious she turned almost green, clutching her chest as she moaned, "Oh, my chest hurts, I can't breathe."

Tyrone remained unmoved, "Mom, stop pretending in front of me."

Cecilia shot back, "How can you talk to your mother like that, you ungrateful child?"

Tyrone glanced at the bedroom door and said, "Mom, you should head back. That little vixen in there, you're no match for her."

Quintessa, what league is she in? And what league is his mom? Quintessa could irritate and obliterate her in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing behind.

Even so, Tyrone felt Quintessa was holding back, probably thinking his mom was too easy to target, and didn't use her full strength.

Cecilia pleaded earnestly, "Yes, yes, I'm no match, but you think you are? Rachel is a far better catch than that little vixen. You could at least play along with Rachel. How can you be with her?"

At the mention of Rachel's name, Tyrone felt nauseous, "What's Rachel but a downgrade? I've told you before, stop bothering with her, she'll betray you."

Cecilia huffed, "And being with her niece doesn't downgrade you?"

Tyrone, dead serious, "Nope, it doesn't. I like her niece."

"How can you be as shameless as that little vixen?" Cecilia, teeth clenched with anger, lamented, "I can't handle you anymore."

Tyrone, nudging Cecilia towards the door, said, "Mom, I don't meddle in your business, so don't meddle in mine. When I'm tired of playing around, when it's time to marry or have children, I'll take care of it myself. You said you can't handle me, and I won't listen anyway, so don't worry about it."

"Ah, don't push. You better keep your word."

"Of course!"

Cecilia, still not convinced, turned back, "That little vixen, you're just letting her be so cocky with you?"

Tyrone chuckled and replied, "That little vixen is your son's woman. If she's getting cocky, it's because I let her. And come on, do you really not know me by now? No matter how cocky someone is, can they outdo me? Just go back home." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Cecilia did believe this; her son was a little devil capable of taming anyone.

Hesitantly, she advised, "Just be careful, okay? Don't let make someone pregnant again, especially after that miscarriage. Be mindful."

Tyrone couldn't help but roll his eyes, "As if I can."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, Mom, you better go."

Finally pushed out the door, Cecilia left, still unwilling and worried.

Tyrone closed the door and sighed in relief. Listening to two women argue was a headache.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Tyrone saw Quintessa already fast asleep in bed, one shoe still on, completely at ease in someone else's house.

Tyrone felt like he'd walked into the wrong place, as if this was Quintessa's own home.

This carefree woman, using him as a pawn, had declared war on Rachel right in front of him, nearly driving his mother to a stroke, and she just couldn't care less. Did she have no fear of him siding with his mom?

No, she wasn't afraid at all. What did Quintessa ever fear?

The thing was, he knew full well that her declaration of "I've got my eyes on your man!" was just to rile up Rachel, but hearing it still made his heart skip a beat.

And now, thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel oddly pleased.

Even the recent scandal involving Snow didn't seem to irritate him as much anymore.