"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
Tyrone's sheer white shirt clung tightly to his body, subtly revealing the tantalizing contours of his muscles beneath.His robust chest and trim waist were prominently defined, highlighting the outline of his abdominal muscles. A powerful air of masculinity surrounded him.As Heather was greeted with this striking sight, she stood frozen in the doorway."Have you seen enough?" Tyrone's cold voice shattered the silence.Upon hearing this, Heather snapped out of her reverie. She managed a faint smile as she stepped into the room."You're drenched from the rain. You should take a hot shower to warm up. It wouldn't be good if you caught another cold."Tyrone shot her a glance and said, "Come here."He had undone three buttons on his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest. The sight made Heather feel a surge of heat. She quickly looked away, feeling flustered.She stepped forward and asked, "What do you want?"Tyrone lifted her chin, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his
She was always shy when it came to intimacy. So, when she had gone downstairs to find Tyrone and even initiated a kiss, he had clearly discerned her unusual behavior. Upon hearing his words, Heather seemed to snap out of her daze slightly. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at Tyrone through her eyelashes. Her fluttering lashes quivered, and her heartbeat quickened.Tyrone was keenly observant and way too smart to be fooled.If her answer couldn't convince him and even raised his suspicions, he would surely look into it!Unable to come up with a good excuse, she quickly made up her mind and gave up. She stared at him with glistening eyes and bit her lower lip. "I made you angry at the hospital today, so I wanted to come and pick you up to apologize. Didn't you like it?"This explanation seemed somewhat reasonable. Heather looked at Tyrone with anticipation and deliberately made a pitiful expression, moving her body slightly—a gesture showing she wanted to please him.There wa
Heather turned and saw Melanie standing by the bed. She was slightly taken aback. "Why are you here?""He asked me to bring you some medicine." Melanie handed her a white pill and said coldly, "This is a contraceptive pill. Take it."Heather looked at the pill, feeling somewhat stunned."What? You don't want to take it?"Seeing Heather hesitating, Melanie said sarcastically, "Heather, you aren't thinking of having Tyrone's child so you can climb the ranks, are you? Do you even know who you are? Just because you slept with him, you think you have the right to bear his—"Before she could finish her sentence, Heather suddenly got up, grabbed the pill, and swallowed it.Melanie was taken aback for a moment, but her gaze quickly turned cold as her eyes fell on Heather's shoulders and neck.Heather had gotten up to get the pill. She was dressed in a white silk slip nightgown, and her messy black hair cascaded over her porcelain shoulders. Her exposed skin was covered in hickeys and bi
Heather was still running a fever. She felt sore and uncomfortable all over her body. She fell into a daze and was awoken by the buzzing of her phone.She groggily picked it up. "Hello, may I ask who's calling?""Ms. Sutton, Mr. Snyder has woken up."Heather instantly jolted awake. "When did he wake up? How is he doing now?""He woke up ten minutes ago. The doctor is currently examining him.""I'll be right there!"…Heather rushed to the hospital. The doctor had finished examining Thomas and transferred him to a regular ward.Thomas lay weakly in bed, unable to eat, with Macey sitting beside him. She was using a wet cotton swab to moisten his lips. Whitney was also there.Upon hearing footsteps approaching, the three of them turned to the door.Thomas' face was still swollen. He was only able to see through his partially open eyes. When he saw Heather, his mouth moved as if wanting to say something, but he couldn't manage a word."Hattie." Whitney greeted Heather warmly.H
Heather was at a loss for words.She had once wondered why her father had abandoned her and her mother, but she had never imagined this was the truth, where it seemed like no one was at fault.The room fell into silence."Hattie, did Natalie ever mention me to you?" Thomas' tired eyes lit up with hope and anticipation.Heather shook her head. "She never brought it up."She had fallen ill and lost some of her memories when she had been young. Among the few memories she had, Natalie had never mentioned the name "Thomas".Thomas' eyes instantly dimmed, and he looked defeated. His already pale and haggard face was now even more despondent.Perhaps due to changes in his mood, the machine beside him emitted a sharp alert sound.Shortly after, Harry rushed in with several nurses. After observing Thomas, he said gravely, "Ms. Sutton, the patient has just woken up and needs rest. It might be better if you came back another day.""Thank you for taking care of him." Heather had no choice