"You know very well why we were together in the first place, so don't flatter yourself."Tyrone's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.With his words, Aislin's face paled, losing all her dignity. She burst into tears , running out with her hand covering her face."She cried. Were we too harsh?"Tyrone's gaze remained cold. "Should we call her back then?"Heather took out her phone and made a call. After a few seconds, she said, "Cynthia, keep an eye on Aislin. Make sure she packs her things and leaves within 30 minutes. If she doesn't, ask her to leave."Heather was a bit domineering.But he liked it.Still, Tyrone was a little displeased. "You just stood there and watched her try to seduce me without any reaction?"Heather had been at the door the whole time. Tyrone had noticed her and wanted to see what she'd do. But she just stood there without any reaction!Heather smiled playfully. "I knew you wouldn't actually do anything with her. Besides, I didn't leave, did I?" Her
Inside the bedroom, the light was dim.Their clothes scattered at the entrance, and further in was a messy bed, surrounded by cushions, torn fabric, and used tissues.On the other side of the bed, on a muddy black leather sofa, Tyrone had one foot planted on the floor. His tense muscles rippled across his back, and his handsome face was flushed with lust, resembling a speeding beast.His tall frame completely obscured the woman who had been forced into the corner of the sofa. Only her pitiful sounds of pleading could be heard every now and then…After a wild session, Tyrone held Heather as they rested on the sofa."Are you tired?""Mm..." Heather's eyes were closed. She said weakly, "Aislin actually drugged you. I won't let her get away with this!"The drug's effects were strong, but it didn't make one lose consciousness.Thinking about what had just happened made Heather's cheeks flush with embarrassment. She wished she could find a hole to hide herself from him."Mm..."T
Tyrone inherited Margaret's facial features, but he was more masculine and imposing.When Margaret heard footsteps, she looked at Heather, scanning her like she was looking at merchandise.Heather felt uncomfortable but maintained her composure. She walked over and politely said, "Mrs. Elkin, I heard you were looking for me."Margaret put down her coffee and gave Heather an indifferent look. "Ms. Sutton, it seems you're quite privileged. It's almost eleven in the morning, and you're still in bed. Is this how you usually take care of Tyrone?"There was a mocking tone in her voice, and Heather frowned slightly. "Mrs. Elkin, Tyrone has a lot of maids. He doesn't need me to take care of him."Margaret sneered dismissively. "I came here today to see what kind of woman has caused so much trouble for my son. Turns out you're just average."Heather frowned again. "What are you really trying to say?"Margaret said coldly, "You cannot stay with Tyrone!"Before Heather could reply, she co
Heather frowned. "Why should I go with you?""Aren't you my girlfriend? We've been invited as a couple to the banquet," Greg said. "I'm not going."Greg said in a casual tone, "If you don't go, people will start to wonder if we're having problems. When they ask me, what if I accidentally let it slip about you and Tyrone..."Heather gave him a stern stare. "Are you planning to blackmail me with this forever? Greg, I saved your life!"Her expression was cold as she added, "Announce our breakup, and I will consider that as you thanking me."Greg chuckled. "When did I ever say I want to thank you?"Heather wanted to punch him. She knew Greg would actually do it. To take revenge on Tyrone, he would actually spread rumors without hesitation.With Tyrone's status, even the smallest scandal could shake his company's stock prices.But it wasn't about the loss. It was about Greg and his cunningness.Heather pressed her lips together. "I'll let you stay here and even keep up the act wi
Late into the night.Heather, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.Tyrone, wearing a bathrobe, stood by the bed, watching her for a moment. He reached out and put the blanket on her. Then, he gently touched her delicate chin before turning and leaving quietly.He headed to the study room, sat in his chair, and took out his phone to make a call."Tyrone, what a surprise to get a call from you!"Margaret sounded surprised but delighted. It had been a long time since she had heard from him.Tyrone, sitting there, said with a cold tone, "Heather is my woman. My affairs are none of your business. Don't show up in front of her again or say anything to upset her."Margaret froze. Her voice was displeased. "Did she complain to you? Tyrone, how can you speak to me like this because of another woman? I'm your mother!"She couldn't believe he was warning her to stay away from Heather!Her son was clearly completely seduced by Heather!"Just remember what I said."Tyrone had no interest i
Heather trembled all over. After being with Tyrone for so long, she knew exactly what he wanted to do at this moment. She pleaded, "No, I'm too tired."He knew he needed to let her rest today.Tyrone's gaze lingered on her slightly swollen lips, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. "Then use it to help me."Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, breaking the warm tension in the room.Tyrone frowned in annoyance and turned toward the door. "What is it?""Tyrone, Greg asked me to bring Ms. Sutton's clothes." Cynthia's voice came from outside.Tyrone's expression turned icy as he glanced down at Heather.Heather shook her head to show she had no idea what was going on.…Two minutes later, the bedroom door opened.Tyrone stood there, and a hickey was still visible on his collarbone. His demeanor was both aloof and sensual as he asked, "What clothes?""Tyrone, Greg said this is Ms. Sutton's dress for today's luncheon."Sitting on the bed, Heather rolled her eyes when she heard th
As soon as Tyrone and Greg met, tension filled the air.Heather shot Greg a glare and said, "He's just trying to rile you up on purpose. Don't get angry with him. Aren't you supposed to have a meeting? Let's go. Don't waste time on him."Tyrone didn't spare Greg a glance and strode toward the door.Watching their backs with a smirk, Greg's assistant respectfully asked, "Greg, are you planning to stay here any longer?""Don't you find it interesting?" Greg narrowed his eyes.He used to think killing Tyrone would be fun, but recently, he had found his new hobby.He was curious to see how long this couple would last.The three left the villa. Tyrone got into a black Maybach, while Greg and Heather entered another car. The two cars drove away from the villa, one following the other.…The banquet was held at another villa, hosted by one of Greg's business partners.However, his real purpose for attending was to meet a representative of a foreign conglomerate.The moment Greg and
Heather picked up the phone without checking the number and asked, "Tyrone, what now?""Hattie, it's me." Whitney's voice came through the phone.Heather was taken aback. "Do you need something?""Hattie, I won first place in my school's art competition yesterday! I wanted to give you the painting as a gift. Are you free to meet me?"Whitney's nervous tone made it hard for Heather to refuse."Can you send me the address? I'll be there in a while," Heather replied."Great! I'll be waiting for you!"Whitney exclaimed happily before hanging up. Soon, she sent Heather the location of a café.She and Greg had been playing their parts well at the banquet. Since it was already halfway through, she figured it wouldn't be a problem to find an excuse to leave early.She stood up and headed toward the villa's main door as she sent a message to Greg."I have something else to do and I'm leaving now."As she was looking down at her phone, she didn't notice the corner ahead and bumped rig