Chapter 164


    Tyrone once again led Quintessa to the private residence they had visited before. Quintessa refused


    Tyrone’s offer of a fireman’s carry. With uneven steps, she yfully stumbled into the elevator under his


    teasing gaze.


    Quintessa wasn’t worried about Tyrone trying anything on her; she had a myriad of ways to shut him


    down if he ever tried.


    Exiting the elevator, Tyrone entered the password, and the door opened.


    The first thing that hit Quintessa was the tantalizing aroma wafting from the room. Her stomach had


    been growling for a while, and the smell was enough to make her mouth water.


    Tyrone caught the scent too and frowned as he stepped inside, calling out, “Mom!”


    Sure enough, the only other person who’d be there besides him was his mother.


    But why, oh why, did this little olddy always seem to show up whenever he brought Quintessa


    around? Could it be any more coincidental?


    Tyrone was a bit disheartened. With his mom around, the things he wanted to do just couldn’t be done,


    could they?


    As expected, Cecilia appeared from the kitchen, apron–d, and said, “Honey, you’re back! You


    haven’t been home for da thought I’d… I…


    and I


    Her words trailed off as she caught sight of Quintessa trailing behind Tyrone, and she became a bit


    flustered.


    Upon seeing Cecilia, Quintessa also paused. They had met twice before, and this was the third time,


    with each encounter being unpleasant. Especially considering thest one involved a “miscarriage“!


    This made Cecilia feel uneasy and guilty every time she saw Quintessa, after all, it was her son who


    was at fault.


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    Quintessa waved at Cecilia, “What a coincidence meeting you here again.”


    Seeing Cecilia, Quintessa’s mind started racing,ing up with one mischievous idea after another.


    Cecilia cleared her throat awkwardly, “Ahem. Well, the food in the kitchen is almost ready”


    With that, she hurried back to the kitchen.


    Quintessa’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Tsk, your mom and I really are fated, aren’t we? Doesn’t this


    mean I’m one step closer to my goal of bing your stepmom?”


    Tyrone nced at her belly and snorted, “Yeah, fated.”


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    After a while, Cecilia reemerged, having regained herposure and poise. Despite her inner turmoil,


    she couldn’t let this temptress see her flustered; it would only encourage the girl to worm her way


    further into their lives.


    Noticing Quintessa with one bare foot, Cecilia asked, “Where’s your shoe?”Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Quintessa tilted her chin up, “Ask your son.”


    Cecilia turned to Tyrone with a questioning look.


    Tyrone, who was grumpily sipping water, remained silent. Quintessa sighed dramatically, “Oh, the poor


    boy couldn’t help himself, insisting on a little car fun, and I couldn’t stop him, so there went my shoe.”


    Tyrone choked on his water, spraying it out in a sudden coughing fit as he turned to stare at Quintessa


    in shock.


    He finally understood how his mom felt every time she faced Quintessa. This woman, once she opened


    her mouth, wouldn’t stop until she shocked everyone.


    Cecilia, who had just managed to reim her dignified air, stood gaping at Quintessa, unable to believe


    her ears.


    With one foot bare, her clothes in disarray, and her hair tousled, Quintessa looked every bit the part of


    post–mischief. Cecilia’s face flushed crimson with indignation.


    She ground her teeth and rounded on Tyrone, “What have you been up to? It hasn’t even been a


    month since her miscarriage!” Tyrone’s protest was drowned out by his mother’s fury, “Mom, I,”