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Chapter 138

It was obvious that Tyrone didn't want to wait.

Heather's heart sank. Tyrone was well within his rights if he wanted to sleep with her. He had wanted her body all along, so he was simply taking what was rightfully his.

Last time, he had allowed her to rest for a few days because he had been worried that she had been hurt. This time, she wasn't injured, and she had no valid excuses to say no.

She had to sleep with him, eventually.

There was disappointment in Heather's eyes as she bit her lip and slowly closed her eyes. "Make it quick…"

After she had just finished saying those words, her face suddenly felt cold, as if an ointment had been smeared on her face. The scent of the ointment slowly permeated in the air.

Heather shuddered and opened her eyes, only to see Tyrone gazing at her. His finger rubbed in a circular motion where she had been slapped earlier.

She lowered her eyes and saw that he was holding a tube of ointment in his other hand, with the words "anti-inflammatory" wr
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