Chapter 162

Walking into the hot spring room they were in last night, Tyrone put Heather on the ground and pulled the belt of her bathrobe. The bathrobe then slid off her body.

Heather let out a scream, quickly wrapping herself with her hands and crouching down. It was very hot in the hot spring room; she wasn't cold, but being naked was too embarrassing.

"Tyrone! It's morning right now!"

"What's wrong with that?"

Tyrone lowered his gaze and looked at Heather, who was now crouching in front of him like a tender white lamb. He stuck his tongue against his teeth, looking like a fierce beast salivating over its prey.

"You should go to work. You're going to be late."

Heather was blushing all over.

Wasn't he a workaholic?

"I can afford to skip a day of work without Elkin Group going bankrupt," Tyrone said casually.

"But—ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Tyrone suddenly lifted her up, as if holding a child, and forcefully spread her legs open, holding them against his waist. He comma