Chapter 118

With Tyrone uncomfortably close to her, the memories flooded back vividly into Heather's mind.

She eventually snapped out of her reverie. She was momentarily startled as she looked at Tyrone's handsome face before her.

"Why are you afraid of me?" Tyrone's cold, piercing eyes bore into Heather's, as though any misstep in her words could trigger a drastic reaction from him.

Heather's pupils contracted slightly as she calmly said, "I thought you were going to strangle me again."

Tyrone reached out and placed his arm around her shoulder, his hand coming near her neck.

Heather's strong reaction was driven by deep-seated psychological scars from the last time he had strangled her.

Tyrone jerked slightly, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes at her response.

After scrutinizing her for a moment, he abruptly took her hands and pressed them against his own neck.

"Choke me!" he demanded.

What was he doing? Heather's unspoken question hung in the air as she processed his words, stun