Tyrone wasn't angry. Instead, he raised his thin lips with interest.No woman had dared to argue with him before. But Heather's actions didn't displease him. Instead, it amused him.His casual attitude ignited a fire in Heather's heart. "Tyrone Elkin, Whitney has no grudges against you. She's innocent! Why would you want to harm her?"She was like a lioness with her fur ruffled, which only amused Tyrone further. He reached out to ruffle her hair, making her embarrassed suddenly, and she quickly turned her head to avoid his touch.Tyrone's large hand froze in mid-air and squinted slightly. Then, he suddenly ruffled her hair forcefully. The domineering action disheveled her hair. Heather was pressed against the wall by Tyrone, so she couldn't escape.He was too overbearing and always had to get what he wanted, even in trivial matters like ruffling her hair."I've said it before. I wasn't the one who wanted to harm her. You're the one deciding her fate."After he had enough, Tyro
Caleb quickly found out the whereabouts of Macey and Whitney.Two hours ago, someone had entered the hospital and taken the two to a warehouse in the suburbs. People had been sent to rescue them. Whitney had been frightened and lost consciousness, while Macey had been injured. They were on their way back to the hospital."Did you find out who did it?" Tyrone asked expressionlessly."Mr. Elkin, the kidnappers escaped, and our people were busy rescuing the women. So, we haven't found out the kidnappers' background yet," Caleb responded respectfully.Tyrone's voice was very cold when he said, "You are becoming more inefficient lately!"Although Caleb had located Macey and Whitney in such a short time, Tyrone wasn't satisfied, making Caleb feel uneasy."Mr. Elkin, we will speed up the investigation!""I don't care how you do it. Find them!"Tyrone hung up the phone and stared at Heather with a dark expression. "They've been found. Go to the hospital!"With that, he walked out of
Caleb had classified these foods according to star ratings, with five stars being the worst. From the list he had sent, it was clear that Tyrone hated chitlins and strong-smelling foods. Heather looked at the long list, feeling speechless. To think that there are people who even dislike oranges and grapes. Tyrone was picky with his food, yet he didn't suffer from malnutrition. He even had a tall build. Rich people were tough to serve. After a while, Caleb sent over bags of ingredients, except for some costly vegetables. Heather sorted them out and put them in the refrigerator before she picked a few dishes to cook in the kitchen. "Oops!" Heather accidentally knocked over a bottle of barbecue sauce, and it stained her skirt.She frowned and quickly rinsed it with water, but the more she rinsed, the more the stain spread around her clothes, and the skirt got wet. It was impossible to clean it off. The sauce on her skirt made her smell like barbecue all over. The living
In the kitchen, Heather turned around to grab a soup bowl, only to suddenly see Tyrone standing not far away, startling her unexpectedly. "Mr. Elkin, are you done with your work?" Heather put down the ladle and awkwardly tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Sorry. My skirt got dirty, so I had to borrow your clothes." Although it wasn't the first time she had worn his clothes, Heather still felt embarrassed. No matter how much she tugged at the hem of the shirt, it could only cover up to the middle of her thighs. Tyrone narrowed his eyes. He liked seeing her wearing his clothes, but at this moment, he wondered if she intended to eat with him dressed like that. Heather shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She quickly changed the subject. "Dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you go to the dining room and wait?" Tyrone's gaze swept over her bare legs, and the image of those legs wrapped around his waist flashed through his mind. Without another word, he walked to the dining
Heather breathed a sigh of relief at this thought. She was fine as long as Tyrone wasn't involved. "From now on, you'll live with me," Tyrone said. "Huh? Why?" Heather was a bit puzzled. Tyrone said calmly, "Those who attacked were just minions. There are people behind them. Since they know I intervened to save someone, they will surely be curious why I did it. "They may fear me, but if they find out that I saved those women because of you, they might not hesitate to target you. You'll be safe by my side, okay?" Heather hadn't thought of that. She stared blankly at the cold, handsome man before her. She was overwhelmed with emotions at the thought that he was worried for her safety. Heather bit her lip. "It won't come to that, right?" She didn't want to move in. It would give others the wrong idea if she and Tyrone lived together. It would seem like cohabitation. Tyrone let out a cold laugh, his icy voice firm. "Don't be such a fool to test your chances. It's settle
When Heather came to her senses again, she found herself in bed with Tyrone's body pressing down against her, making it impossible for her to escape. "Mr. Elkin!" He kissed her again, and Heather suddenly turned away, breathing heavily. Her thick eyelashes trembled violently. "You can't force me. It isn't time yet." Tyrone looked down at her with a dark, unreadable gaze. In fact, every time this happened, Heather was a little afraid of Tyrone. First, because at these times, she was no match for Tyrone. Second, because he made her hurt in bed. It was pleasurable at first, but later, all she felt was pain. No matter how much she hurt, Tyrone wouldn't let her go, so her memory of these encounters was just pain.Her fear had reached its limits. She had a burst of courage and turned to meet Tyrone's dark gaze. "Mr. Elkin, you should be a man of your word, right?" Tyrone stared at her with dark eyes and gritted coldly as he took her hand. "If you won't let me touch you, we
Heather recalled Tyrone's deep voice and blushed. She pushed aside those wild thoughts, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. After changing clothes and stepping out, she walked all the way to the living room but didn't see Tyrone. "Are you off to work?" a woman asked respectfully from behind. Turning around, Heather saw a middle-aged woman in a uniform and apron standing in the dining room with an eager smile. It was Lucy Wilson, Tyrone's housekeeper. "Mrs. Elkin, you're awake," Lucy said. "I've prepared breakfast. It'll be ready soon. Please wait." Heather smiled awkwardly. "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Mr. Elkin's wife, just his secretary." "Oh, you're not? Then, you..." Lucy paused, realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry, please don't be upset. May I ask your name?" "I'm Heather." "Ms. Heather, you have such a beautiful name, and you're so lovely," Lucy said sweetly. "My name is Lucy." Since Tyrone had brought Heather home, Lucy maintained a smi
Both Lucy and Tyrone had straight-up ignored Heather. Heather was speechless. After breakfast, Tyrone and Heather left together. Caleb had parked the car downstairs. When he saw them coming out, he respectfully opened the car door, and Tyrone got in. Heather stood by the car and said, "Mr. Elkin, I can get to the company on my own." Tyrone buttoned his cufflinks calmly. "I don't mind, but it's almost time for work. If you want to take the bus, you need to hurry up. Caleb, drive." Caleb almost couldn't hold back his laughter. However, he didn't immediately close the car door. Sure enough, after hearing Tyrone's words, Heather quickly hopped into the car. Elkin Group was very strict about being punctual. There was a penalty of 500 dollars for being late. Caleb couldn't help but chuckle. He shut the car door and walked around to the driver's seat. "Mr. Elkin, you have several appointments this morning. You have lunch with the Minister of Commerce at noon and a bid to