Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 195

Tyrone stumbled home that evening, still feeling heavy with the day's toll.

Upon seeing him, Cecilia hurried over with a concerned look. "Son, have you been keeping busy lately?"

He shrugged off his coat and tossed it to the family's faithful housekeeper, Wilma. "Same old, same old. What's up?"

Cecilia pulled him over to the couch, her voice laced with gossip. "Did you hear about that little vixen Quintessa taking a shot at stardom? Ring any bells?"

Loosening his tie, Tyrone asked nonchalantly, "What about her?"

Cecilia's voice was a mix of worry and disdain. "Well, she's gone and got herself tangled up with some singer. Seriously, what was she thinking? He's nothing compared to my boy. And the internet is just buzzing with her scandals – affairs, abortion rumors, sugar daddies – it's all quite sordid."

Tyrone's face darkened. "That's all bogus. Don't buy into that nonsense. Every celebrity gets dragged through the mud. You're educated, Mom. You should know better than to believe every little thing you hear."

"And how do you know it's not true? There's evidence out there. And why are you defending her so strongly? Don't tell me you've been messing around with her?"

He stood up, feeling his patience waning. "Yeah, just got back from a tryst with her."

Cecilia's voice turned sharp with worry. "You better cut ties with that girl. Forget her character; just her involvement with the Young family is like an unending bad debt. We don't need a Rachel in our lives, and we most certainly can't have a Quintessa."

Shaking his head, Tyrone tried to ease Cecilia's fears. "Mom, I've told you, my business is my own. You can't control it, so why stress yourself out?"

"Is that the way to speak to your mother?"

With a sigh, he began unbuttoning his cuffs. "I've always talked to you like this. You should be used to it by now. I know what I'm doing with Quintessa. If those rumors were true, she'd be history. Nobody gets one over on your son. I'm beat. I'm heading upstairs."

With a wave of his hand, he left Cecilia, who was standing there, with worry etched on her face.

Once in his room, Tyrone pulled out his phone and dialed Quintessa's number. The call got connected but was abruptly cut off.