Chapter 137

Of course, Tyrone had heard Heather call out to him. He'd intentionally remained silent.

He felt something stir within him. His desire was surging, and he wanted to have her again.

His eyes were as intense as usual, and Heather couldn't look away. She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that, and she blushed even more.

She tightly gripped the towel and asked, "Can you call the nurse and get me a fresh hospital gown?"

"Come here," Tyrone said as he stared at her.

Heather looked at him and walked over. She had just reached the couch when he suddenly reached out and held her by the waist, pulling her into his embrace. Heather stumbled and landed on his thigh.

She instinctively put her hand against his chest, feeling his intense warmth. Her actions stemmed from resistance; she wanted to keep her distance from him.

"Oh?" Tyrone raised his eyebrow. There was a hint of displeasure in his calm tone.

Heather was stunned. She finally remembered what she had promised Tyro