Chapter 34: You Are Not Prisley!

Heather returned home that evening, physically and mentally exhausted. He felt drained, as if half his blood had been sucked out. The fatigue, the lack of strength, were feelings he had never experienced in all his years.

He slowly pulled off his tie and tossed it aside, unbuttoning his shirt.

At least he no longer felt the extreme panic. At least he knew Prisley was still alive, under Mark's protection.

Judging from Mark's expression and tone, Prisley's situation seemed fine, maybe even unharmed. Otherwise, Mark would have surely beaten him, not stopping until he was broken.

Thinking this, Heather found some comfort. Either way, he could still have her.

Sometime in the future, when Prisley's anger subsided, she would return to him. He would give her all his love, give her everything in the world!

Heather collapsed on the sofa, closed his eyes, and replayed everything in his mind.

"Heather, you're back?" Filla appeared in a silk negligee, perfectly showcasing her figure with its high