Chapter 36

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