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
Heather's phone vibrated, indicating a WhatsApp message from Lucy. Heather added her contact. Lucy had sent her a series of messages containing various styles of luxury women's clothing, from autumn to winter fashion. Following that were images of jewelry, shoes, and handbags. Heather's phone kept vibrating, making her hands go numb before it finally stopped. Lucy: "Ms. Sutton, are there any styles you like? Just tell me the number on the picture. If you don't like any of them, let me know your preferred style, and I'll get it for you."As one of Tyrone's employees, Lucy was very meticulous. Heather felt like she was the sugar baby of a wealthy man. There were so many choices that she wouldn't have time to work today if she were to go through them all. Heather wasn't in the mood to choose. She put away her phone and left the car to go upstairs. The whole morning passed without Heather having a chance to see Tyrone. As time passed, she felt a pressing feeling. She became
As Heather arrived at the door of the private room, she pushed it open with complex emotions, only to see a middle-aged man sitting inside. "Are you here to deliver the documents? Just give them to me," the man said. She didn't see Tyrone or Caleb as she looked around. She asked, "Who are you?" "Mr. Hall sent me to collect the documents. Just hand them over," the man replied. Heather felt uncomfortable with him. Something about him felt off. As she reached out to pass the documents, the man reached for them, but she suddenly withdrew her hand. The man hesitated, then impatiently asked, "What are you doing?" "Which department are you from? I've never seen you before." Heather scrutinized him.This was supposed to be a bidding event. Tyrone would be accompanied by executives from the relevant departments. She knew all the top executives at Elkin Group, but she had never seen this man before. The man paused, then mocked, "You're just a secretary. You don't matter. Have
"What do you have to say?" Tyrone's dark eyes pierced her. Heather said honestly, "If I told you that Anna framed me and I don't even know this man, would you believe me?" "Ms. Sutton, have you lost your mind? Even if you want to clear your name, framing me is ridiculous! Do you think everyone here is a fool?" Anna asserted aggressively. Tyrone narrowed his eyes. He suddenly reached out to grasp Heather's neck, his terrifying gaze fixed on her. "Ms. Sutton, how dare you betray me?" Heather frowned in pain as she felt the pressure on her neck and stared incredulously at Tyrone. She struggled to speak and choked out the words, "Don't you believe me?" She couldn't understand why. He knew she had the chance to poison him before, but she hadn't. Now, he believed Anna over her! "I didn't do this! It's her... She framed me." Heather struggled to speak coherently, her eyes filled with sorrow and disappointment. Yet, Tyrone's furious gaze remained unfazed. His face was chilling