Chapter 217

Heather's broken sentence made little sense. Sometimes, she would say bad things about Tyrone. Sometimes, she would say good things instead.

Tyrone's eyes darkened as he held Heather's chin using his fingers, looking at her face critically.

"Heather, are you really drunk?"

She would ask him to carry her around, then she would make him angry. When he was enraged, she would say nice things to console him.

He suspected that she'd never been drunk in the first place.

Heather's face was flushed from drinking too much. She looked at him for a few seconds and then suddenly hit his hand away and snorted. "I'm not drunk!"

Only a drunk person would say that.

Lucy quickly said, "You treat her so well. I'm sure she would know. She must be keeping everything inside of her."

Tyrone narrowed his eyes and then turned her face toward him by pinching her chin again. "Do you really think that Tyrone is very good?"

Heather's slightly unfocused eyes looked straight at him and she said, "It'll be b