Chapter 202

Outside that café by the roadside, there was a white coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling window.

On the table, there was a vase with a pink camellia. The delicate flowers were vivid and alluring under the sunlight. However, the flowers were overshadowed by the woman seated next to it.

Heather was dressed in a light gray turtleneck sweater and a brown coat. Her soft hair cascaded down her back, with a few strands gently touching her face. It was as pretty as a painting.

She was holding a cup of water and conversing with Craig, who was seated across from her. Her expression was focused.

Craig was in a black suit, listening attentively to Heather.

The warm autumn sun shone on them. The scene was unbelievably picturesque.

Yet, to Tyrone, the scene stung badly. Sitting in the car, his judgmental gaze fixed on them. The gloomy look on his face was terrifying!

For a week, she hadn't called him. Yet, here she was, dressed to the nines, meeting another man!

"That's Ms. Sutton! What? An