Chapter 270

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