Chapter 47

Heather had no idea how seductive she looked in Tyrone's shirt.

Unfortunately, she was hungry. She was already delicate, to begin with; Tyrone knew he couldn't expect any endurance on her part if they were to dive right into business before she had dinner.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the dining room. "Come on, we'll have dinner first."

Tyrone's kitchen was built for aesthetics, which was made evident by the absence of basic cooking utensils.

As such, dinner was made up of the takeout Caleb had gotten from five-star restaurants, which he had delivered along with Heather's purse.

Heather set the table and took her seat just as Tyrone did. She was starving and didn't bother with formalities as she helped herself to the food.

Tyrone, on the contrary, wasn't hungry. Giving the food a pass, he opened a bottle of wine instead and poured himself a glass. He watched Heather eat as he swirled his wine and slowly sampled it.

He was used to mingling with socialites