All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Heather had no experience in pleasing men, but if her less-than-savory deal with Tyrone was any indication, pleasing him should be a cakewalk for her by now.She quashed all her doubts and closed her eyes, then leaned forward to kiss him.Despite steeling herself for the intimacy, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She clutched Tyrone's arm tightly, her body tense.Tyrone took in her full lips and smelled the faint fragrance on her as she drew close. She was so pure and easily flustered that she had to close her eyes before kissing him. Yet he found himself completely captivated by her.The distance between them closed. Heather gingerly pressed her lips to his cheek and backed away."Ms. Sutton, you don't believe that a kiss on the cheek is worth 30 million dollars, do you?" Tyrone asked, his eyes glittering with wicked amusement.Evidently, he wasn't pleased.Heather blushed. "Then, what do you want?"Tyrone's gaze darkened as he pinched her chin. With a swift dip of his he

On the other side of the world, in a country in Eldovia, the summer air was thick with humidity, and the scenery was breathtaking.The impeccably-maintained golf course was an endless expanse of green. Decked out in white athleisurewear and brown sunglasses, Tyrone stood out among the greenery.His sunglasses partially obscured his handsome features. He gripped his golf club, his long fingers tightening on the shaft, and nonchalantly gazed out into the distance.With a twist of his torso and a confident swing, he sent the golf ball flying over the course.Hole in one!"Nice!"Applause sounded from all around Tyrone. To one side, Charles Kilbourne, an older man sporting blond hair and blue eyes, chuckled and said, "You've gotten better at golf since we last played two years ago, Mr. Elkin. You're putting me to shame."Tyrone was impassive as he handed his golf club to Caleb and slowly peeled off his golf gloves.Charles sensed Tyrone's disinterest and decided to abandon the smal

Heather gaped at the screen speechlessly. What did Tyrone send her a picture of a dog for? She didn't remember offending him, and she certainly didn't deserve to be likened to a dog!"Doesn't this dog look like you when you were hospitalized?" came another text from Tyrone.Heather looked at the picture of the Dalmatian Tyrone had sent and realized he was making fun of her. When she had been hospitalized, gentian violet had been smeared over her wounds, making her look like she had purple spots splattered all over her.She rolled her eyes. Dalmatians had black spots, not purple ones. That color-blind idiot!Heather had no plans of entertaining Tyrone's musings, so she set her phone down and continued working.Meanwhile, Tyrone was in his car, which was speeding down the road. He waited for Heather to reply, but when his phone didn't buzz, his gaze darkened. He immediately called her.The buzzing sound on the table made Heather look at her phone, where Tyrone's number was flashi

Work took up most of Heather's time for the next two days.On Thursday afternoon, her phone buzzed just after she had gotten off work. Upon seeing that the phone call was from Caleb, she quickly answered it and asked, "Mr. Hall, how may I help you?""Ms. Sutton, kindly pick up Mr. Elkin at the airport in half an hour. His flight will be getting in by then," Caleb instructed perfunctorily."Mr. Elkin's back?" Heather froze. "Why do I have to pick him up?""Given your relationship with him, shouldn't it be expected of you to pick him up?" Caleb countered, finding her question odd.Emotions flickered through Heather's darkened gaze as she said softly, "Right, of course."Previously, Tyrone had gone easy on Heather on account of her injuries. But now that she was better and he was on his way back, he was going to call in on their bargain.There were no direct buses to the airport from there, so Heather had to hail a cab. She tried not to think about the costs as she settled into the

Heather had been hoping to make an emergency call, but her purse had been snatched away, leaving her with no recourse."I'm sorry, Hattie," Ivy muttered apologetically. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have been so stupid to believe my producer wanted to talk about a script, and now I've gotten you into this mess too."Ivy had the looks and the skills, but she had never made it as a female lead in any movie. She was so desperate for a chance to shine that she had walked right into a lion's den.Heather comforted her softly, saying, "Hey, none of that now. I'm just glad you're all right. We need to stay calm and think of an escape plan, okay?"Meanwhile, Tyrone was standing outside the arrival hall at the airport. He was dressed casually and donned a pair of shades. He had one hand in his pocket, looking aloof and intimidating.While his expression was nothing short of defiant, his handsome features and imperious demeanor made young women stop and stare anyway. Some of the women