While others would no doubt look sleazy if they said that, Tyrone was different. Every time he said something like that, he would look especially serious, as though he were simply stating facts.But it drove Heather mad when he flirted with her with a serious expression. If she had to describe Tyrone when it came to sex, she would say he liked trying different positions and new, unusual spots. In short, the more exciting it was, the more likely he was to do it.She wouldn't be surprised if Tyrone actually got intimate with her in her living room, kitchen, bathroom… If Ivy saw it, Heather could forget about having any dignity.Heather could see how much Tyrone wanted this. She had to move, whether she wanted it or not.She bit her lip and asked, "How long do I have to be your girlfriend, Tyrone?"They had never discussed this matter.Tyrone's eyes darkened. He was a smart man, so, of course, he knew what she meant. She wanted a time limit. Once she had reached her time limit, sh
"Mrs. Snyder, I understand you want to save your daughter. I also wish that Whitney could be saved, but I can't kill an innocent person because of that. I'm so sorry, but I won't help you."Before Macey could say anything else, Heather turned around and left.Macey could only stare at Heather as she left. She hadn't expected Heather would be so cruel and refused to help on with something so simple. Heather sure was ungrateful!"Mom, Hattie's not going to help us. What should we do? I can't do the surgery as soon as possible, or I'll die."Whitney's face drained of its color. Given how her emotions were out of control, she could feel the pain in her heart. She clutched her chest, her face becoming even paler.Macey gritted her teeth and held Whitney in her arms. "Don't be scared. I'll think of something. I won't let you die.""Mom, is Hattie really my sister?" Whitney asked, still surprised.There was a cold look in Macey's eyes. "That little bitch's mother is a homewrecker. That
Craig's expression soured in an instant.He'd had no idea that Tyrone owned a place in this area. Nevertheless, he readily accepted Selena's words without hesitation.This building was the epitome of luxury in Royalton, far beyond what Heather could afford to rent or purchase. Therefore, there was only one logical conclusion—it had to be Tyrone's.Heather and Tyrone must be living together."Craig and I are looking at places. We didn't expect to bump into you here. I haven't seen Uncle Ty's place yet. Ms. Sutton, could you show us around?" Selena asked with a smile.As it turned out, Craig and Selena were house-hunting.Heather casually remarked, "Tyrone isn't home today. You won't find anyone there. Maybe another time would be better."Heather's words inadvertently confirmed that she was living with Tyrone.Although Craig had already suspected it, hearing Heather confirm it firsthand unsettled him. His gaze hardened as he looked at her, his lips forming a tight line.Selena h
"Ms. Sutton, Mr. Elkin curated these items specifically for you. Since you didn't make a selection from the previous set of pictures I sent, I took the initiative to choose a few options for your consideration."Besides these, I've included some jewelry pieces for your review. Please let me know your preferences, or I can provide alternative selections."Lucy passed Heather a catalog, stating, "Here are some photos from several top brands that have been sent over. Take a look and see which style you find appealing."The pieces of clothing and jewelry were exorbitantly priced; in total, their value could easily match the cost of acquiring a property in Royalton's prime real estate market.As Heather admired the impressive assortment of items before her, she found herself momentarily speechless. Tyrone's generosity toward her was unmistakable."By the way, Mr. Elkin has also organized swimming lessons for you. Here's your swim card. Please keep it safe," Lucy mentioned, handing Heat
"Hattie, let's look for our dream home by the sea in the future. I'll set up a cozy study where you can write in peace. And when you need a break, you can relax and enjoy the view."We'll also have a spacious balcony filled with your favorite flowers. I can't wait for us to have our own place. Let's get married after we graduate, alright?"With the glow of the moonlight shining on him, Craig was dressed in a white t-shirt. He gazed at Heather with tender eyes, imagining their future life together.Back then, Heather had also envisioned a home with Craig—a snug and inviting space adorned with floral curtains, tastefully decorated, and possibly featuring a cat to complete the cozy atmosphere.Now, Craig was in the process of buying a house, but Heather wasn't the one he was settling down with. Instead, she found herself in another man's home.Their two years together had felt like a fleeting, enchanting dream. But now, that dream was shattered.Still, memories of her past relations
"Hattie, you still have feelings for me!" Craig kept his gaze locked on Heather.These past few hours had been tormenting, but the result was exactly what he had hoped for. Eventually, Heather had come downstairs, confirming that her affection for him was steadfast. Craig had been sure that Heather couldn't have lost her feelings for him.Heather's grip on the umbrella handle tightened, her unwavering gaze fixed on Craig's drenched face. "You're mistaken. I came looking for you, but not because I care about you.""Hattie?"Craig's initial happiness dimmed, as though anticipating her next words. Gradually, his gaze hardened into steely resolve."Craig, you've seen me with Tyrone. Your presence is unsettling. Please, don't continue to bother me," Heather said firmly.Craig's eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze intense. "That's impossible! You can't love him—"Heather cut him off abruptly, her words slicing through the air. "And why do you think it's impossible? Do you truly believe
Tyrone was drenched, and water droplets clung to his cold, chiseled features. Nonetheless, he remained remarkably composed.His flawless face appeared even more striking and handsome amidst the relentless downpour.Heather's thick lashes quivered as she whispered, "I was looking for you."The rain pounded loudly against the umbrella, rendering her voice barely audible. Despite this, Tyrone caught every word. His typically sharp and commanding eyes betrayed a rare hint of astonishment.Furrowing his brow, Tyrone asked, "What do you want this time?"He knew Heather only sought him out when she needed something. Everything else was negotiable, but if she dared ask him to let her return home, he would lose his temper.Heather felt uneasy. She wasn't certain if Craig was watching them, but she knew she had to carry out this charade flawlessly.Her gaze sparkled with determination as she rose onto her tiptoes. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips against Tyrone's cold, aloof mouth
Craig must have witnessed everything unfold.Out of the corner of her eye, Heather spotted Tyrone pulling out his phone to call Caleb.Her gaze immediately sharpened. "What are you doing?""Perhaps you should head back first," Tyrone suggested calmly, his expression stoic as he squeezed her cheek.The tension in Tyrone's tightly clenched jaw betrayed his simmering anger.Considering his reputation, he simply couldn't tolerate the shame of being drenched in water.Sensing Tyrone's intentions, Heather reached out and gently grasped his hand. "Forget it. Maybe the driver didn't see us. Let's just go back."Tyrone gazed at her intently, a shadow passing over his eyes.As he remained silent, Heather couldn't shake her worry that he might pursue the issue.She understood the extent of his influence all too well; for him, tracking down a car was as easy as snapping his fingers. If things escalated, trouble would undoubtedly follow.Feeling a surge of panic, Heather exclaimed, "The r