All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

That evening, Heather was organizing her luggage at home when she received a call from Lucy."Ms. Sutton, I'm in your neighborhood right now. I have some things for you. Which block are you staying in?"Heather was a little surprised. "Lucy? Give me a minute. I'll see you outside."After hanging up, she put on her slippers and got out of her apartment. Then, she found Lucy not far from the entrance of the neighborhood.The latter held two pieces of suitcase and a thermos in her hand as she waved at Heather with a smile. "Ms. Sutton.""Lucy, why are you here?" Heather said as she quickly approached her.Lucy sighed and said, "I thought you're going back to make peace with Mr. Elkin. I didn't expect that you'd leave as soon as you packed your bag. "You didn't even take any of your winter outfits. It's going to turn cold in a few days, so I brought some thicker clothes for you and this vegetable soup. I'll be taking care of you from now on."Heather was stunned. "You? Taking care

Let it go. She'sgone.Heather had heard someone say the same thing to her a long time ago, too.The voices of the people around her had merged with voices in her memories. The two voices kept on echoing in her mind, dragging her back to that endless winter night.Something snapped in her mind, and the world seemed to have frozen in silence. She stared at Lucy, whose body was covered in blood.The figure in her memories seemed to overlap with Lucy. Heather's mother was lying on a wooden bed. The scent of blood around her seemed to have been mixed with the bitter scent of herbal medicine.She could hear the sounds of people walking in and out. Some of them were dragging her arm, and there were a lot of voices reaching out to her. They told her to let go and said she was already gone.But she'd already suppressed the wound. Her mother had said that she'd be fine after she ate the medicine.Lucy couldn't die.She couldn't.Something was wrong. These people were wrong!At the sc

In front of the bar, Seth picked Ivy up and asked in a serious expression, "Are you sure that Hattie has been kidnapped? "She doesn't want Ty to intervene in the issue between her and the Simpsons, so it's not good if we bring this up with him. Maybe I should go and help her instead.""Do you think Jay would be scared of you? We're out of time now! Hattie could die any second. Are you going to help or not?" Ivy was so scared that she was tearing up.Seth hated seeing her cry the most. "Stop crying. Fine, I'll take you to him."He then led Ivy into the private room while walking hand in hand.There was a snooker table in the private room, where Tyrone was playing against another young man. A scantily clad, beautiful woman was standing at the side with some markers.It was Tyrone's turn to play. He was expressionless as he stood under the lamp, slightly bending over. He had a perfect figure with broad shoulders and tight buttocks.A cold and aloof air surrounded him, creating a s

The last time Tyrone had met Heather, she'd been wearing a pretty attractive outfit. She'd looked beautiful and alluring.But now, she was completely disheveled, with her face pale and her lips parched. She sat there like a little beggar.Tyrone had never seen her in such a bad state.He walked over to Heather, and when he looked at the woman's pale face, his expression turned dark. He pulled her into his arms. "Don't be scared, Hattie!"Heather was dirty and stinky. However, Tyrone held her tightly, as if he didn't know how dirty she was despite his usual obsession with cleanliness. It was as if he was worried that she'd disappear the moment he let go.Silence fell upon the room. After a few seconds, Tyrone pulled away from Heather and looked at her, but she didn't react at all. "Heather? What's wrong?"She said nothing. She didn't react to his embrace at all, as if she didn't know that he was here.Something was wrong. At first, Tyrone thought Heather had been shocked. He th

Heather looked at him blankly.In her consciousness, she felt as though the man in front of her looked familiar, as if she'd seen him somewhere before.His mouth opened and closed, as if he were telling her something, but she couldn't tell what he was saying. She didn't know what it was. She didn't want to ask.She was so tired, and she didn't want to speak.Heather was very dirty, so Tyrone took her for a shower.Once he removed her clothes, she stood under the showerhead, enduring the hot water as she washed her clean.Tyrone was standing right opposite her. His clothes were also wet, so he removed them too, revealing his sexy, strong body.He squeezed some shampoo on his hand, smearing them on her black, silk-like hair. He washed her hair proficiently. The only reason he was so good at it was because he'd practiced it on Heather before.Every time after they made love, Tyrone would take her to the bathroom to wash up. After enough times, even a man who didn't know how to ser