All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Tyrone only stopped feeding Heather water when she'd drunk at least half a glass of water. He guessed that she'd probably had enough.He held her and kissed her a little more. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong with her as she lay in his arms. Tyrone opened his eyes and saw that Heather had closed her eyes as her head tilted over.In order to make sure that she got some sleep, Callum had added sedatives to her medicine. It seemed like she'd already fallen asleep.Tyrone narrowed his eyes and got in bed with her in his arms. Then, he pulled the blanket and tucked her in. It seemed like it had been a long time since they'd last slept together.In truth, Tyrone hadn't been sleeping well lately. That night, he quickly fell asleep when he smelled her scent and held her soft body.…The next day, Caleb brought some fresh clothes for them. Tyrone helped Heather change into fresh clothes. She sat quietly by the bed. Looking serious, Tyrone helped her with her bra and panties f

It was difficult to imagine how a five-year-old girl must have lived with her mother's dead body for so many days. How had she even survived?Even Caleb, who thought of himself as a cold-blooded man, felt bad when he heard what Heather had been through."Are you Heather's boyfriend?" Pam asked curiously as she glanced at Tyrone.She thought Heather was lucky she'd found such a rich man for a boyfriend. She could enjoy life in the future.Tyrone stayed silent for a moment and didn't answer Pam's question. He simply told Caleb to see them off. Andy and Pam left happily with the money.Tyrone lowered his head and looked at Heather, who still wore the same blank expression as she lay in his arms. His eyes showed his mixed feelings.He knew Heather wasn't a heartless woman. After all, she'd cried out to her mother when she'd fallen sick.Because of the pain, she'd avoided thinking about her mother's death after she'd recovered from her sickness and hadn't spoken about it either.Luc

Tyrone remained still, his weight pressing heavily on Heather. Seeing that he had no intention of moving, Heather felt increasingly suffocated. She raised her hand and pushed weakly against his shoulder. "Tyrone, let go of me." His gaze bore into hers. The initial surprise in his eyes gradually turned to coldness, his lips pressing into a tight line. An invisible chill seemed to settle around him, as though a storm were brewing in the tense silence. Heather sensed the shift in Tyrone's demeanor. Confused by his dark and menacing expression, she blinked and asked, "What's wrong?" Tyrone silently scoffed. What's wrong? What right did she have to question him?His eyes narrowed, and a surge of anger flared within him. He raised his fist and brought it down with a fierce slam, intimidating Heather so much that she buried her face in her hands. To her surprise, his fist slammed on the bed beside her face, landing with a deep thud. "I should never have cared whether you lived

Heather's beautiful eyes sparkled with a charming glint as her lips curved into a sly, triumphant smile. She delighted in her little tricks, and Tyrone always fell for them. His earlier concern now seemed almost comical. Tyrone stared at her for a moment, his expression growing stoic. Abruptly releasing her ankle, he rose to his feet and started to walk away. Heather's eyes widened in surprise as she watched him leave. In a rush of panic, she lunged forward and clutched his leg. "Tyrone, don't go!" Furrowing his brows, he glanced down at Heather clinging to him. "Let go." Sitting on the floor, Heather looked up with tear-filled eyes, her gaze pleading. "Promise me you won't leave, and I'll let go." She was clueless about Tyrone's fury, but she feared that if she released her hold, he would walk away without hesitation. She was too weak to chase after him; otherwise, she wouldn't have had to feign a broken ankle just to get him to come over. Tyrone's patience was wearin

Heather tilted her head back, bracing herself for Tyrone's passionate and overwhelming kiss. His kisses were always intense and commanding, as if he wanted to consume her whole. But today, something was different. There was a current of excitement mingled with an unfamiliar hint of nervousness. She couldn't quite understand why he seemed anxious. As their lips and tongues intertwined, Heather was swept up in the emotions conveyed through Tyrone's kiss. Her heart trembled with a sensation she couldn't quite name. Her long lashes fluttered, and her delicate arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she gently returned the kiss. In the past, Heather had always been on the receiving end of their kisses. Even when she initiated them, it was only at Tyrone's demand. But this time, she was responding to him of her own accord for the first time. This small, unexpected gesture made Tyrone pause. After a moment, he tightened his grip around her waist and deepened the kiss, his