Heather looked at him blankly.In her consciousness, she felt as though the man in front of her looked familiar, as if she'd seen him somewhere before.His mouth opened and closed, as if he were telling her something, but she couldn't tell what he was saying. She didn't know what it was. She didn't want to ask.She was so tired, and she didn't want to speak.Heather was very dirty, so Tyrone took her for a shower.Once he removed her clothes, she stood under the showerhead, enduring the hot water as she washed her clean.Tyrone was standing right opposite her. His clothes were also wet, so he removed them too, revealing his sexy, strong body.He squeezed some shampoo on his hand, smearing them on her black, silk-like hair. He washed her hair proficiently. The only reason he was so good at it was because he'd practiced it on Heather before.Every time after they made love, Tyrone would take her to the bathroom to wash up. After enough times, even a man who didn't know how to ser
Tyrone only stopped feeding Heather water when she'd drunk at least half a glass of water. He guessed that she'd probably had enough.He held her and kissed her a little more. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong with her as she lay in his arms. Tyrone opened his eyes and saw that Heather had closed her eyes as her head tilted over.In order to make sure that she got some sleep, Callum had added sedatives to her medicine. It seemed like she'd already fallen asleep.Tyrone narrowed his eyes and got in bed with her in his arms. Then, he pulled the blanket and tucked her in. It seemed like it had been a long time since they'd last slept together.In truth, Tyrone hadn't been sleeping well lately. That night, he quickly fell asleep when he smelled her scent and held her soft body.…The next day, Caleb brought some fresh clothes for them. Tyrone helped Heather change into fresh clothes. She sat quietly by the bed. Looking serious, Tyrone helped her with her bra and panties f
Callum almost fainted out of fear as his vision turned black.Tyrone picked Heather up and left. Caleb caught up with him later and said, "Mr. Elkin, with what Ms. Sutton is going through, I think we should listen to the doctor—""So, am I supposed to let that worthless doctor torture her?" Tyrone stopped, his eyes cold.Caleb was stunned. "That's not what I meant. I'm just worried that her treatment might get delayed and she might never wake up.""Of course she'll wake up," Tyrone said icily.Caleb was a little surprised. He'd heard from the doctors that Heather's situation was quite complicated. Even specialists believed that she might remain like this forever. And yet, Tyrone believed that she would wake up.Of course, Tyrone wouldn't let Heather go through that darn electroconvulsive therapy again. Even if she hadn't complained about the pain, it had hurt him instead."Get her discharged and find all the top psychologists now. Go to Oakville and find a few people who are f
It was difficult to imagine how a five-year-old girl must have lived with her mother's dead body for so many days. How had she even survived?Even Caleb, who thought of himself as a cold-blooded man, felt bad when he heard what Heather had been through."Are you Heather's boyfriend?" Pam asked curiously as she glanced at Tyrone.She thought Heather was lucky she'd found such a rich man for a boyfriend. She could enjoy life in the future.Tyrone stayed silent for a moment and didn't answer Pam's question. He simply told Caleb to see them off. Andy and Pam left happily with the money.Tyrone lowered his head and looked at Heather, who still wore the same blank expression as she lay in his arms. His eyes showed his mixed feelings.He knew Heather wasn't a heartless woman. After all, she'd cried out to her mother when she'd fallen sick.Because of the pain, she'd avoided thinking about her mother's death after she'd recovered from her sickness and hadn't spoken about it either.Luc
"They're all watching you. Even if it's just for their sake, you have to live well!"Look at yourself now! Are you living up to their hopes? Even if it's just for their sake, you have to live well!"In Heather's silent world, a man's voice cut through like a sudden thunderclap. Live well… Live well… Amidst the profound silence, memories began to emerge in her mind. She saw her mother brushing her hair, teaching her to read, and weaving flower crowns with her. There was also Lucy, smiling warmly at her, reminding her to dress warmly and preparing her meals. These memories overlapped and fused. Just then, Heather's vacant eyes flickered, and a clear voice echoed in her mind, urging her to keep living. "Yes, I have to keep living!" she thought. Tyrone gazed down at Heather's lifeless, delicate face. Bending down to bite her lips, he murmured, "Heather, what will it take for you to wake up?" In the past few days, seeing Heather's lifeless form had only reminded him of t
Tyrone remained still, his weight pressing heavily on Heather. Seeing that he had no intention of moving, Heather felt increasingly suffocated. She raised her hand and pushed weakly against his shoulder. "Tyrone, let go of me." His gaze bore into hers. The initial surprise in his eyes gradually turned to coldness, his lips pressing into a tight line. An invisible chill seemed to settle around him, as though a storm were brewing in the tense silence. Heather sensed the shift in Tyrone's demeanor. Confused by his dark and menacing expression, she blinked and asked, "What's wrong?" Tyrone silently scoffed. What's wrong? What right did she have to question him?His eyes narrowed, and a surge of anger flared within him. He raised his fist and brought it down with a fierce slam, intimidating Heather so much that she buried her face in her hands. To her surprise, his fist slammed on the bed beside her face, landing with a deep thud. "I should never have cared whether you lived
Heather couldn't help but think that if Tyrone had punched a real person, they'd either be dead or severely crippled. She wondered what could have made him so furious. "What did you do to Mr. Elkin?" Caleb asked. "Me? How is it my fault?" Heather was genuinely confused. "Who else could it be?" Caleb replied, clearly frustrated. "Mr. Elkin has been putting off his work for days to look after you. Do you know how much money he's lost because of you? "And now you're fighting with him? After everything he's done for you, the least you could do is go and make things right!" he urged. Tyrone should have been happy to see Heather conscious, yet he was seething with anger instead.Caleb knew she must have set him off again; no one else could get under Tyrone's skin quite like she did. He thought it was absurd that she'd argued with Tyrone right after waking up. Heather, however, didn't believe it was her fault. Since regaining consciousness, she'd only uttered one thing before Ty
Heather's beautiful eyes sparkled with a charming glint as her lips curved into a sly, triumphant smile. She delighted in her little tricks, and Tyrone always fell for them. His earlier concern now seemed almost comical. Tyrone stared at her for a moment, his expression growing stoic. Abruptly releasing her ankle, he rose to his feet and started to walk away. Heather's eyes widened in surprise as she watched him leave. In a rush of panic, she lunged forward and clutched his leg. "Tyrone, don't go!" Furrowing his brows, he glanced down at Heather clinging to him. "Let go." Sitting on the floor, Heather looked up with tear-filled eyes, her gaze pleading. "Promise me you won't leave, and I'll let go." She was clueless about Tyrone's fury, but she feared that if she released her hold, he would walk away without hesitation. She was too weak to chase after him; otherwise, she wouldn't have had to feign a broken ankle just to get him to come over. Tyrone's patience was wearin