Chapter 160

"Tyrone, I need to use the bathroom. Let go of me," Heather said.

Tyrone mumbled something before moving his arm away from Heather's waist, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Heather looked at him, then lifted the covers and got out of bed, heading toward the bathroom.

She had fallen asleep while soaking in the hot spring last night. She hadn't known when he had carried her back to the room.

After attending to her personal needs, Heather returned to find Tyrone still asleep.

Even when he was sleeping, his perfect features exuded a commanding air. He looked exceptionally aristocratic. This man is really good-looking.

She then took her eyes off him and walked toward the door.

She left the room, walked past a corridor, and came to a luxuriously decorated hall.

"Good morning, miss." The maid, who was arranging flowers, noticed her and immediately straightened up and nervously greeted her.

Heather was a bit puzzled. "Why do you seem to be afraid of me?"

The maid was uneasy.