Chapter 461

"Mm," Heather responded in her dreamy state.

Tyrone didn't say anything more. He lifted her up in his arms and headed outside.

Because of Tyrone, none of the guests left early tonight. They all waited downstairs, eager for another chance to meet him and strike up a conversation.

At that moment, he appeared at the top of the stairs.

The crowd looked up.

They saw Tyrone, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, carrying Heather, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

Her forehead rested on his shoulder, and her face was covered by Tyrone's oversized suit jacket. The luxurious dress she wore flowed smoothly down, revealing her snow-white, slender legs and her golden high heels.

As he walked downstairs, her soft skirt swayed gently. His aloofness and her feminine softness intertwined, like something out of a movie poster.

Tyrone didn't glance at anyone as he walked down the stairs, heading straight for the door.

Those guests who had been hoping to approach him didn't dare speak up. I