Sienna originally intended to take the children to Dahlia, her own aunt, but rather casually addressed, but now the bar was closed, and so was the place to live at the back.

When asked about the shops nearby, she found out that they had all gone on a trip.

"Are there any other places you can go?" "He needs a good rest," Tyrone looked at the child in his arms.

Sienna had already made up her mind, shook her head to say no, and put on a pitiful look, just like a homeless kitten.

"Then do you have any classmates, relatives, friends or anything like that that can stay overnight?" He asked patiently.

The answer he got was still a shake of his head.

"Stay at a hotel, or shall I take you to a guesthouse?" He looked at her with eagerness in his eyes: "Stay here first."

Sienna looked frightened and whispered, "It's so chaotic outside now. Are you sure you want to throw us out?" I'm fine, but what if Rory gets snatched away?"

Her assumption is not without reason. Similar incidents are often mentioned in the news, and it adds to the credibility.

Tyrone is not an easy person to compromise, and the fact that she has repeatedly made an exception today is entirely influenced by this woman and finds it hard to believe again.

He lowered his head and thought.

"So you have a more reasonable place for us to live, don't you?" She looked at him longingly: "I'm so tired now, it's getting dark and I'm very hungry, just think of helping me."

Her tone was very soft and gentle, completely low, and her beautiful eyes looked at him pitifully.

Tyrone told himself that it was for the sake of the child that he wanted to help her; otherwise, he would have shaken his head and refused long ago.

Seeing him nod in agreement, Sienna almost rushed over, hugged him and kissed him.

Less than half an hour's drive, Tyrone brought them downstairs to an apartment building.

Sienna was indescribable and asked, "Is this where you live?"

"I don't come often, you can stay here for the time being." "On the tenth floor, we'll take the elevator up." Tyrone walked forward with the child in his arms.

The elevator is spacious and Sienna's heart is singing loudly. At this rate, she will soon be able to secure a daddy for Rory.

"You can stay here for at most three days. I don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings."

Tyrone's words interrupted Sienna's meditation, and his voice was unquestionably objective.

"All right, I'll do my best." She replied, planning to leave herself a way out: "If no one takes us in, I'll think of something else, okay?"

God knows, she now really wishes she were homeless!

The apartment building is quite nice. It's over a hundred square meters, with a simple and elegant design, mainly in black and white, in line with his tough and cold feeling.

"Why aren't there even potted flowers here?" Looking at the spacious living room, Sienna couldn't help but complain: "The light isn't soft enough, it's too dazzling."

"You're just staying temporarily. I don't intend to rent the house to you."

'Oh, all right.'

She pouted and imitated Rory, with a touch of cuteness.

Tyrone turned a blind eye and carried the child into the bedroom. When he came out again, he didn't see her. After searching for a while, he finally saw her in the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

Because he walked without a sound,Sienna was startled, and the shower head in her hand dropped to the ground, and the water gushing out of it was like a small fountain, all hitting Sienna.

The front of her T-shirt was covered with water, dripping droplets directly down, and her head and face were all glistening water droplets.

Seeing her disheveled state, He Tyrone looked for a clean towel.

"Do you walk without making a sound?" Her coquettish tone: "I'm wet!"

She looked just like a wet kitten, beautiful and harmless.

Tyrone's Adam's apple slid, and she threw the towel in her hand away, looking elsewhere.

Sienna saw his reaction, rolled his eyes, suddenly slipped, threw himself back, and began to wave his hands.

Just as her strong, upturned buttocks were about to kiss the ground, a pair of powerful hands caught her in time.

At this moment, the two were intimate.

Sienna could clearly see the stubble on his chin, his resolute chin taut and very sexy, especially his eyes, bright and deep.

It seemed as if she had been sucked in, her mind a vast expanse of white.

"Are you always so careless?" With displeasure, he straightened her body: "Is it true that you're so careless, coming back alone with the child?"

"That is to say, I was too careless!"

Sienna said and walked aside, and it turned out to be really bad.

She slipped again.

This time she really sat on the bathroom tile.

"Ouch!" She felt dizzy: "It hurts." She tried to move her foot: "I twisted the place where I sprained my ankle again."

Tyrone frowned, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse to encounter this woman.

She looked up at him: "Colonel Tyrone, you won't stand by and do nothing, will you? Could my foot be crippled? It hurts so much. '

Tyrone sighed, picked her up from the ground and rushed into the guest room.

"Why not go to the bedroom?"

"I'm afraid your howls like slaughtering pigs will wake him up." Tyrone bent down and laid her down: "Stay quiet. I'll go to the car and get some medicinal oil."

Sienna just doesn't want to be honest.

She clasped her hands behind his head and pulled down hard, and his eyebrows and eyes were right in front of her.

Tyrone propped himself up at her sides with his hands, his eyes fixed on her rosy lips, and a sudden surge of heat from his lower abdomen caught him off guard.

"Colonel Tyrone, thank you." There was a clear sly glint in her eyes as she spoke: "I knew you were the best at serving the people."

This feeling of being reluctant yet welcoming is really wonderful.

Tyrone pried her hands apart, and before he could speak, he heard her let out a painful low cry, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or not.

"Bear with it. I'll be back soon."

He strode out, leaving Sienna, who grew more and more resilient.

Tyrone didn't expect that when he came back, the woman was asleep curled up under the blanket, not even changing her clothes, sleeping so peacefully that she didn't even think about whose territory it was.

"Sienna, wake up!"

Sienna didn't respond.

"Sienna, if you don't wake up soon, I'll lift the quilt!" He cautioned.

She still didn't respond.

Tyrone actually lifted the blanket, and it was so abrupt.

She was dressed, but had already taken off her outer jeans and was lying under the quilt.

Her long, well-proportioned, fair legs were exposed without warning under his eyes, so captivating that even the pink delicacy was particularly eye-catching.

Tyrone took a breath, then looked away and put the quilt back on.