Doting on the Greenhorn
With a grumpy expression, Tyrone reached out to grasp Heather's shoulder, attempting to pull her back into his embrace.
Instinctively, Heather recoiled as Tyrone's hand extended toward her.
Tyrone's large hand hovered in the air, his eyes fixed firmly on her. In an instant, his eyes darkened, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you afraid of me?"
When Heather had instinctively flinched just now, a hint of fear had flickered in her eyes.
In a sudden burst of aggression, Tyrone tightly gripped Heather's slender shoulder, giving her no chance to resist. With swift movements, he pulled her into his embrace and flipped her over, pinning her firmly beneath him. Their bodies pressed close to each other
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