How could it be him? It wasn't Craig; there was no Superman. The person who had saved her was Tyrone!Tyrone's gaze darkened. That further intensified the chilling air that emanated from him. He seemed to bear a murderous intent. As Heather kept quiet, he couldn't be sure how severe her injuries were. Hence, he carried her up bridal-style and strode over to the Maybach that was left stalling by the roadside. Over with Caleb, Tate finally scrambled back to his feet and challenged him arrogantly, "How dare you poke your goddamn nose into my business? Do you have a death wish?"If you know what's best for you, give that woman back! If you don't do as you're told, you won't live to see the next sunrise!"Tyrone couldn't even be bothered to glance in his direction; it was as though he didn't hear a word Tate said. Shrouded in a dangerous air, he left all but two words when he walked past Caleb. "Incapacitate him.""Yes, Mr. Elkin."A cruel grin broke out on Caleb's face when his
"Mr Elkin…" Barbara's whiny voice rang out in the silence of dawn. Heather was shocked. She turned around swiftly and saw a beautiful young lady wearing a red dress making her way out of the car. With a smile on her face, Barbara took her time sashaying over to them. Heather was taken aback. It hadn't crossed her mind that there was someone else with Tyrone. She flushed crimson red at the thought of what she'd said just a while ago. She imagined that this was Tyrone's wife, but upon noticing the absence of a ring on her ring finger, Heather quickly came to realize that this was probably just a mistress of his."Mr. Elkin, this must be Ms. Sutton. She seems quite badly injured. We should send her to the hospital."Barbara walked up to Tyrone and looked at Heather with a smile. She tried to appear to be very caring toward Heather, but an inconspicuous hint of warning flashed in her eyes.She didn't manage to catch a glimpse of Heather's face while she had been in the car. Barbar
Heather didn't see that coming and was shocked by the sudden command. She lifted her head in a dazed state only to see Tyrone taking out a piece of tissue. He was about to wipe the blood off her forehead. Heather avoided his gaze and reflexively ducked away. Then, she said softly, "Mr. Elkin, I can do it myself."Barbara still had her eyes on them. It made Heather feel uncomfortable. Heather bit her lip to brace herself for the pain as she shifted her body. She was trying to scoot over to the seat beside Tyrone."Stay still!"Though Tyrone frowned as he reprimanded her, he did not release his hold on her. With a dark expression on his face, he wiped her wound with a piece of tissue. That resulted in a stinging pain. Heather couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as she drew her brows tightly together."It hurts?" Tyrone asked with a quirked brow. "Yeah."She was so badly injured. Of course, it hurt!"You deserve it!"Heather kept silent. "Is there something wrong with
Heather thought long and hard about it, but she eventually came up with nothing. All that she got out of it was a dizzy spell that further intensified the more she thought about it. In the end, she decided to stop thinking about it. "Ms. Sutton, here's your patient gown. You'll feel more comfortable after changing into it." Mia Bennett, the nurse in charge of tending to Heather, gave her a set of loose-fitting clothes. Then, she continued with a smile, "Do you need my help?"Heather noticed that everyone here was trying to please her. She figured that it was most likely due to Tyrone's influence."No, thank you. I can change into it myself." Heather politely turned down Mia's offer to help. She wasn't used to having someone change her clothes for her. "Sure. Just call me if you need me!""Okay."…After Mia left, Heather lay on the bed for some time while waiting for the dizziness to wear off. Then, she got up and took off her soiled T-shirt. She was ready to change into t
Was he tired? Tyrone didn't exactly feel tired just because he had to deal with those people and watch Barbara do everything in her capacity to attempt to seduce and please him. He was used to all that. But somehow, looking at Heather's clear, pristine eyes, he suddenly felt weary. He narrowed his eyes. Then, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Heather's wrist, and pulled her into his embrace. He avoided touching any of her wounds, so as not to cause her any pain. As Tyrone lay down on the bed, his muscular arms tightened around Heather's waist possessively. "I guess I'm a little exhausted. Rest with me."The bed in the VIP ward was a double bed, so it was spacious even with both of them in it. As Heather lay in Tyrone's embrace, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes as she listened to the powerful beating of his heart. Her head was pressed to his chest. Tyrone had returned, and he was hugging her like this. Did this mean that he had agreed to take her up on the deal?"I'll
As Heather was starting to feel warm, she shifted her body away slightly. She was trying to put some space between them.Just then, a nauseous feeling hit her. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand and removed the blanket covering her body with the other. However, as Tyrone had his arms tightly around her, it seemed like she was trying to rub her body against his. That caused his stomach to tighten, and he opened his eyes with a frown. He stared at her dangerously and asked, "Ms. Sutton, are you really that hungry for me?"If she continued to squirm around him like that, he couldn't guarantee that he'd be able to hold back. It was true that he didn't intend to take her tonight; but if she insisted, he wouldn't mind obliging her.At that point, Heather was already feeling extremely uncomfortable. So, with her brows furrowed, she said, "Mr. Elkin, I… I feel like throwing up."…Over in the washroom, Heather grabbed the side of the toilet as she heaved over and over again.
"Hello, Mrs. Snyder.""Heather, did you go to Mr. Elkin last night? Were you with him the entire night?" Macey asked anxiously.Heather was taken aback by her question. However, her short pause gave Macey the illusion that she'd changed her mind, so she instantly raised her voice at Heather."Didn't you give me your word yesterday, Heather? I thought you promised me! Why did you lie to me?"We supported you for so many years! Must you really do this to us? Does your conscience not bother you?"Heather had heard such words many times before. She drew a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Snyder, I've talked to Tyrone about this. He will get Whitney out of there.""Really? You're not lying to me, are you?" Macey asked suspiciously."It's true.""So, will I be able to see Whitney today?" Macey probed impatiently.Heather pressed her lips together before saying. "I will try my best to get him to have her released today. I'll update you once I have any news.""Heather, you must get Mr.
A while later, Tyrone came out of the washroom after cleaning himself up.He buttoned up his shirt, and though it was all wrinkly, he looked much neater now. It made him look more stern and distant somehow. He sat down in front of Heather and took a nonchalant glance at the food on the table. Then, without any warning, he took the bowl of cut fruits away.Heather was caught off guard. "Hey, that's mine!" She was going to have that after she finished her omelet!Tyrone lifted his gaze and shot her an icy look. "Was I not the one who paid for it?"His voice was cold and commanding, as though he was challenging her to take the bowl of fruits away from him.Heather shut her mouth and eyed the bowl of fruits longingly.She could not afford to pay for the stay in the VIP ward. But since he was the one who paid for it, she would let him have it.Honestly speaking, Tyrone didn't really like fruits. But when he saw how much she wanted them, he couldn't help but want to tease her. He