Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York playfully swatted Tyrone's hand away, "Even if it's to say thanks, I should be the one going. Why are you sticking your nose in?"

Tyrone stood up, straightening his jacket, "Isn't there an old saying, 'A son inherits his mother's debts'? If you owe someone a favor, then it's up to me to repay it. Between you and me, mom, there's no need for formalities. Let's go."

Mrs. York watched how Tyrone, having entered the house with a face of dejection, left home with a bounce in his step.

She couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head, "That cheeky boy."

Wilma, having overheard it, couldn't resist asking, "Ma'am, I thought you never liked Ms. Young. What changed?"

Mrs. York, with an eyebrow raised, snatched a piece of jewelry that Wilma was holding, "Who said anything about liking her now?"

Tyrone felt that the weight of several days' worth of frustration begin to lift off his shoulders.

He wanted to see Quintessa, but her parting words weighed heavily on him, making him uncomfortable at the thought of seeking her out just for a physical rendezvous.

Indeed, Tyrone didn't want it to be like that. Yes, he had once dreamed of waking up next to Quintessa, but now that the opportunity was here, he didn't want to pursue it in that manner.

Since Tyrone couldn't figure out why, he decided not to dwell on it. He was afraid that it would possibly uncover a more painful truth if he figured it out. But not seeing her was torture; Being restless and sleepless, he missed her terribly.

Fortunately, his mom came through this time by solving a big problem for him.

Tyrone genuinely felt that his mom had saved up all her previous missteps and made up for them in one grand gesture.

He dialed James, "Get me a gift."

"What kind of gift are you looking for?"

"Just a gift! Why all the questions?"

James sighed, feeling exasperated, "But who is it for? What do they like?"

"Forget it, get it myself. Can't even handle a simple task; go hang out with Franklin." Tyrone hung up, leaving James baffled on the other end of the line.

After wandering the mall for a while, Tyrone bought a gift and headed to the Requiem set, only to find out... thateveryone had left for Zion City to continue filming.

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Reuben, noticing Tyrone's dark mood, cautiously asked, "Mr. York, didn't you know? Didn't Quinn tell you?"

Tyrone clenched his jaw, feeling irritated. Was this kid really bringing this up now?

Tyrone responded coolly, "Of course she told me. I'm an investor in this project. Can't I check on the progress?"

"Of course, you can," Reuben quickly agreed.

With Quintessa not around, Tyrone had no reason to stay a moment longer. The good mood he had brought from home had thoroughly dissipated. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

As he turned to leave, Reuben called out, "Take care, Mr. York."

Tyrone, sitting in his car, glanced at the beautifully wrapped gift; scoffing, he tossed it to the back seat.

Then he picked up his phone and called James, "I need to make a trip to Zion City."

James, flipping through the

schedule, sounded puzzled, "Boss,

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but you're scheduled to go to Serenitia and Pinecrest soon. There's nothing about Zion City

Plus, there's nothing planned there for a while."

Tyrone, frustrated, wished that he could smack some sense into him, "Then add it, will you?"

"But there's no "

"I don't care, just add it."