Chapter 391

Tyrone and Heather had a moment of fiery passion.

After they were done, Tyrone picked Heather up and they took a bath together in the bathtub.

Tyrone put his hand on Heather's waist and gently massaged it to reduce the soreness. "Are you alright?"

During their last passionate encounter, she had cried out that her waist was snapping in half and begged him to stop.

Heather lay in his arms with a limp as she rested her head on his shoulder, mumbling, "Give my back a massage, too."

She was as obedient as a cat.

Tyrone especially liked Heather, as she rested in his arms without resisting.

At a time like this, Tyrone was also especially agreeable to Heather's suggestions. He put his hand on her back and massaged her with a strength level that was just nice. "How's this?"

"Yes…" Heather let out a comfortable sigh as she closed her eyes. "Tyrone, if you're bankrupt, you should open a massage parlor."

He was so handsome, and he was so skilled in massaging, his business would be so good