Chapter 418

Heather gazed at him, her shimmering eyes reflecting only his image, as though nothing else in the world could fit.

Tyrone's stare met hers, deep and unwavering. Realizing that there was no trace of deceit or flattery in her gaze, his heart trembled.

Heather, the heartless yet pretty little thing, just told him she liked him.

A torrent of emotion surged through Tyrone, filling his chest so completely it felt as if it might burst.

"Heather." His voice was hoarse, his eyes piercing as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Whether you're serious or not, I'm taking it seriously."

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was different from any he had given before—gone was the usual dominance and intensity. Instead, it was tender, a stark contrast to his usual nature.

There was warmth, affection, joy, and devotion in it, all flowing into her.

Heather's heart raced. Her thick lashes fluttered before she slowly closed her eyes, responding to him gently.

But that