Chapter 329

Tyrone sat there in a dark suit, his shirt buttoned up and his tie perfectly knotted. His chiseled features radiated an air of aloofness, and his eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss.

As Heather approached, her previously restrained emotions began to soften. "Why are you here... Ouch!"

"Watch out, Ms. Sutton!"

Just as Heather neared the couch, she stumbled and fell toward it.

In an instant, Tyrone's strong arms caught her, pulling her into his embrace as they both landed on the couch.

Heather's forehead bumped against his shoulder, and she heard him grunt softly. Rubbing her forehead, she pushed herself up.

"Tyrone, your chest is so hard," she cried out.

"Are you blaming me for your clumsiness? Can't you walk properly at your age?" Tyrone's voice was dismissive, yet his hand was gently rubbing her forehead.

His stern expression softened slightly as he added, "You were foolish to begin with, and now you're just more so after this fall."

"You're the fool!" Heather mutt