Chapter 82

Tyrone pulled his hand out of Heather's skirt and cleaned his fingers with a tissue while looking at her with a half-smile.

He had a scorching look in his eyes, which made Heather tremble. She bit her lip and glared at him in an accusing manner. "You promised not to touch me this week."

"Did I?" Tyrone asked righteously.

Her glare seemed fierce, but those teary eyes had no murderous intent at all. Instead, they were quite charming.

Teasing her actually made him even more uncomfortable.

Tyrone's gaze darkened. He took her soft hand in his large ones before saying in a deep, hoarse voice, "Help me, then I'll let you go tonight, okay?"

The implication in his eyes was obvious.

The hardness she felt under her hand made Heather's cheeks flush. Just then, her phone suddenly rang. It was an incoming call from an unfamiliar number.

"I have a call. It might be work-related. I'll take my leave now."

Heather seized the opportunity as if it were her lifeline. She quickly grabbed her bag, o