Chapter 293

The setting sun cast a warm orange glow in the study room.

Heather sat on the office desk, and Tyrone stood in front of her. His one hand held her slender neck, the other arm tightly around her waist, pulling her closer in his embrace, kissing her deeply.

A breeze brushed by, lifting Heather's white skirt lightly against Tyrone's black trousers.

After a while, Tyrone released Heather.

His thumb gently rubbed against her crimson and tender cheek as he whispered in a husky voice, "Are you hungry?"

Heather's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, blushing as she looked at him. "Didn't you book a restaurant? Let's go."

"How did you know?" Tyrone raised an eyebrow.

"Um, Caleb told me. He said you were scolding someone," Heather said.

Tyrone was speechless. How dare Caleb complain to Heather. He must be tired of living!

Meanwhile, Caleb suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and felt a sudden chill down his spine. What was happening?

…

At Vista Palace.

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