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
Obviously in a pleasant mood, Tyrone raised a brow and placed a hand around Heather's waist. Then, he pulled out his phone and gave Caleb a call. He instructed him to bring the chief police officer to the hospital.Caleb carried out his orders quickly, and within half an hour, he got the chief there.When they arrived, Tyrone had Heather on his lap and was watching the financial news. Heather was watching a sitcom on her phone to kill time.Heather didn't like being held like this, and she'd initially refused the idea of Tyrone holding her this way. But her refusals had never worked. When she heard a knock on the door, she quickly wanted to hop off Tyrone's lap, but he tightened his hold on her waist and shot her an icy look. "What do you think you're doing?""Let go of me, Mr. Elkin. Someone's here," Heather muttered embarrassedly. "So what? Sit still!"Tyrone was putting up a calm facade, but his tone was overbearing.Heather didn't know what to say to that. She couldn't he
Heather frowned. "Why not?"Chase looked at her, then at Tyrone's impassive face. "Mr. Elkin, it's best that you don't interfere with the Snyders' affairs. Things could get complicated."In other words, Tyrone could get into trouble if he helped Heather.Who could make Chase dissuade someone as powerful as Tyrone from interfering for fear of stirring up trouble? Puzzled, Heather asked, "Officer Irwin, who did the Snyders get into trouble with?"Chase's gaze flickered from Heather to Tyrone before he answered grimly, "I don't know the details. I'm just following orders. Mr. Elkin, things aren't looking pretty for the Snyders, so I suggest you wash your hands off this matter entirely."Heather's eyes widened. She didn't know if the Snyders were in a feud with anyone, but judging from Chase's behavior, she doubted he was lying.Chase had said that he was following orders, presumably from the top brass, which meant there was some political force behind this.Whoever it was must have
Heather had no experience in pleasing men, but if her less-than-savory deal with Tyrone was any indication, pleasing him should be a cakewalk for her by now.She quashed all her doubts and closed her eyes, then leaned forward to kiss him.Despite steeling herself for the intimacy, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She clutched Tyrone's arm tightly, her body tense.Tyrone took in her full lips and smelled the faint fragrance on her as she drew close. She was so pure and easily flustered that she had to close her eyes before kissing him. Yet he found himself completely captivated by her.The distance between them closed. Heather gingerly pressed her lips to his cheek and backed away."Ms. Sutton, you don't believe that a kiss on the cheek is worth 30 million dollars, do you?" Tyrone asked, his eyes glittering with wicked amusement.Evidently, he wasn't pleased.Heather blushed. "Then, what do you want?"Tyrone's gaze darkened as he pinched her chin. With a swift dip of his he
The morning after Tyrone left for his business trip, Heather visited Whitney at the hospital.This marked her first time meeting the daughter of the Snyder family.Whitney was what one might describe as conventionally beautiful. She was slender, and her delicate face was pale. There was a bluish tinge to her lips that accentuated her pallor, but that might have been due to her cardiovascular disease. The hospital scrubs hung loosely from her tiny frame, making her appear more fragile."Heather, thank you for coming. Whitney's been wanting to meet you, so I figured I'd ask you to come over," Macey said with a smile. She looked distinctly better than before, and she was much nicer to Heather too."You must be Heather! I've heard so much about you from my mom. You're gorgeous! Why aren't you a celebrity yet?" Whitney exclaimed as she curiously appraised Heather.Heather smiled. "Oh, please, I'm not that pretty."Whitney shook her head. "I'm serious. You're much prettier than the
On the other side of the world, in a country in Eldovia, the summer air was thick with humidity, and the scenery was breathtaking.The impeccably-maintained golf course was an endless expanse of green. Decked out in white athleisurewear and brown sunglasses, Tyrone stood out among the greenery.His sunglasses partially obscured his handsome features. He gripped his golf club, his long fingers tightening on the shaft, and nonchalantly gazed out into the distance.With a twist of his torso and a confident swing, he sent the golf ball flying over the course.Hole in one!"Nice!"Applause sounded from all around Tyrone. To one side, Charles Kilbourne, an older man sporting blond hair and blue eyes, chuckled and said, "You've gotten better at golf since we last played two years ago, Mr. Elkin. You're putting me to shame."Tyrone was impassive as he handed his golf club to Caleb and slowly peeled off his golf gloves.Charles sensed Tyrone's disinterest and decided to abandon the smal
Tyrone didn't spare Charles a glance. Frowning, he turned to ask Caleb instead, "What has Heather been up to?"Caleb blinked and quickly answered, "I'm not sure either, Mr. Elkin. I'll call and ask.""Please do," Tyrone said.Caleb made the call and soon learned what Heather had been doing recently. On the evening that Tyrone had left for his business trip, Heather had left the hospital. She had been going back to the hospital for the last few days to visit Whitney. When she hadn't been visiting Whitney, she had been at her day job and working her part-time shift at the bar.Tyrone was surprised to hear she had a part-time job at the bar. She was more hardworking than he had thought.He narrowed his eyes in thought when a Dalmatian puppy suddenly burst across the green golf course and circled Tyrone with its tail wagging.Tyrone lowered his gaze to the puppy, who was sniffing his feet. His eyes darkened as he asked, "Whose pup is this?"Charles was just about to ask someone to
Heather gaped at the screen speechlessly. What did Tyrone send her a picture of a dog for? She didn't remember offending him, and she certainly didn't deserve to be likened to a dog!"Doesn't this dog look like you when you were hospitalized?" came another text from Tyrone.Heather looked at the picture of the Dalmatian Tyrone had sent and realized he was making fun of her. When she had been hospitalized, gentian violet had been smeared over her wounds, making her look like she had purple spots splattered all over her.She rolled her eyes. Dalmatians had black spots, not purple ones. That color-blind idiot!Heather had no plans of entertaining Tyrone's musings, so she set her phone down and continued working.Meanwhile, Tyrone was in his car, which was speeding down the road. He waited for Heather to reply, but when his phone didn't buzz, his gaze darkened. He immediately called her.The buzzing sound on the table made Heather look at her phone, where Tyrone's number was flashi