Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 430

Tyrone clenched his teeth. "Mom, you... you really don't believe in your own son?"

Mrs. York looked at Tyrone with a helpless expression, "Son, it's not that I don't believe in you, it's just that... well, you're not exactly a catch. If Quinn was that easy to win over, would you still be single? Look, while Quinn is still on the rise, you better make your move. Once she hits it big, you'll have guys lining up around the block for her. With so many good men out there, why would she settle for you?"

Tyrone clutched his chest, feeling a billion points of damage from his own mother!

Fuming, Tyrone retorted, "Am I really that bad?"

Mrs. York sighed and patted Tyrone's shoulder, "You said it yourself, son. The truth is hard to swallow."

At a loss for words, Tyrone muttered, "Maybe you should just stop talking, Mom."

Mrs. York followed him, trying to offer a solution, "How about another bowl of chicken soup? Give it your all tonight and maybe..."

Tyrone spun around, "Mom..."

Mrs. York touched her nose, "Alright, I'll stop. I'll go wash the dishes."

...

As Tyrone lay down, Quintessa was fast asleep, oblivious to his presence.

He wrapped his arms around Quintessa, pondering over Mrs. York's words. If that chicken soup really could boost his chances... Well, it might be worth a shot!

But then, seeing how exhausted Quintessa had been these past few days, he decided against it, choosing to let her rest instead.

Besides, after drinking the soup, he hadn't felt any different. Tyrone sighed, probably another placebo. His mom, bless her naive heart, must have been duped again.

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