Chapter 90

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