Chapter 89

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