All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

One of Bob's henchmen cursed, "Damn it! Stop, you bitches!"He chased after Heather and Ivy as they bolted down the stairs, all the while shouting into his walkie-talkie, "I need backup! Those two bitches are getting away!"With the many private lounges hosted by the Lunary, only a few people loitered in the corridors. The only way Heather and Ivy could get to the safety of a crowd was to go out the front doors.As such, they ran like mad down the stairs. However, they had only just reached the first-floor lobby when someone reached out to grab Heather by the arm. She looked up to see Bob leering at her, and her blood ran cold."Where are you running off to, Ms. Sutton?" Bob asked icily, his question rhetorical.Heather bit her lip. She glanced to the side and saw a wine rack. She quickly reached out her free hand to grab one of the bottles and smash it against the rack.The bottle shattered. Heather pointed the jagged ends of the broken bottle at Bob and warned coldly, "Let us

Bob's eyes were wide with agony as his pained moans and muffled cries filled the room. The bodyguard mercilessly shoved one plate of food after another down Bob's throat.It wasn't long before Bob was covered in the food he couldn't swallow, and his stomach bulged alarmingly. He collapsed onto the floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was so stuffed that he couldn't even make a sound.Everyone in the room shuddered, their breaths hitching as they stared at the horrific scene before them.Tyrone towered over Bob's unmoving figure and gazed down at him contemptuously. "You'll be wise to stay away from my woman after this. Who are you to offer to buy her a meal?"Bob regarded Tyrone fearfully. He couldn't muster up a single word. At this point, he was no better than a dead swine."All right, let's get this bastard out of here before he messes up the place even more," Seth ordered.He flicked his wrist, and his men stepped forward to drag Bob away. "It's getting la

Tyrone's warm breath tickled Heather's cheek, making her flinch. She silently pondered his question. She certainly had not been trying to seduce him!"I was just trying to get into a more comfortable position," she grumbled under her breath."I know a few positions you can get comfortable in," Tyrone purred, his deep voice filled with wicked amusement. Heather blushed the moment she wrapped her head around his innuendo.She hated how he had twisted her words; her idea of a comfortable position was nothing like his!Tyrone, on the other hand, was aroused. He had never been one to deprive himself of pleasure. Without another word, he lifted Heather and settled her in his lap, then grabbed her jaw before pressing his lips to hers.Heather gaped at him, wondering if he had gone mad. They were in a car, for God's sake, and the bodyguards could see them!However, being seen appeared to be the last of Tyrone's concerns as he kissed Heather hungrily like he was going to devour her.

Heather had no idea how seductive she looked in Tyrone's shirt.Unfortunately, she was hungry. She was already delicate, to begin with; Tyrone knew he couldn't expect any endurance on her part if they were to dive right into business before she had dinner.He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the dining room. "Come on, we'll have dinner first."Tyrone's kitchen was built for aesthetics, which was made evident by the absence of basic cooking utensils.As such, dinner was made up of the takeout Caleb had gotten from five-star restaurants, which he had delivered along with Heather's purse.Heather set the table and took her seat just as Tyrone did. She was starving and didn't bother with formalities as she helped herself to the food.Tyrone, on the contrary, wasn't hungry. Giving the food a pass, he opened a bottle of wine instead and poured himself a glass. He watched Heather eat as he swirled his wine and slowly sampled it.He was used to mingling with socialites

Heather had assumed Craig would have given up on waiting for her at her apartment building and left last night. She hadn't expected him to still be here.He seemed tanner than before, though that was expected given his recent honeymoon on Crescent Isle."Hattie, where were you last night? Why weren't you at home?" Craig demanded. He was exhausted from waiting here the whole night, and his tone was filled with accusation.Heather snapped to her senses and nearly sputtered. "Who are you to ask me that, Craig?"He froze. "Hattie, I was here the entire night waiting for you. I have so much to tell you. It was never my intention to get married."I went home because my mom really was sick. I told her about us, but I never expected her to emotionally blackmail me into marrying another woman. "She threatened to take her own life if I didn't do as she asked. When I refused, she had my brother lock me up. "I couldn't reach you at all, and I was left with no choice but to go through with