His Domineering Lover

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: The Tempting Bet Chapter 383: Chapter 383: The Tempting Bet After getting ready, Cherish Turner was about to head out when William Griffith called, insisting on accompanying her and introducing her to a friend who was also a Chinese expatriate in the United States.

Who? Cherish was suspicious.

She rapidly changed into a fresh set of clothes and groomed herself before descending the stairs in a daze. Even after she had settled in the car, she was still a bit disoriented. William hit the gas and they were on their way, while Cherish leaned against the car window, once again dozing off. When the car finally came to a stop, Cherish opened her eyes to find they had arrived at a golf course in the western suburbs.

The grand clubhouse of the golf course included a restaurant, a bright and refreshing environment.

At one of the dining tables, a striking man and woman sat side by side. This was William’s friend in the United States, Oscar Winston, who had been involved in several matters concerning the Turner Clan.

William Griffith, hand in hand with Cherish went towards them. He pulled out a chair for Cherish to sit down, and then sat down next to her, busily helping her with her food. Cherish sat in a stupor, not moving, as plate after plate of food was placed in front of her.

“I can’t finish all of this,” she whispered.

responding quietly, “Eat a

breakfast, Oscar, accompanied by his female companion,

proceeded to change. In no time, William was already changed and waiting outside the changing room on a sofa. The door to the adjacent room swung open, revealing a stunning and adorable

T-shirt was too short, and her midriff would be exposed whenever she lifted her arm. And that lively sports mini skirt, it simply seemed ill-designed for any sense of security. One

wear such attire, compared to the discomfort of formal dress, this was a little more comfortable. She had deliberately tied her hair into a ponytail, thinking it suited the

she said softly, standing in front

her intently, snapped his fingers, and ordered in a low voice, “Get her a

President Griffith.” The attendant assented respectfully and promptly fetched a pair of long

mirror and thought she looked pretty good. About to remark something, she ultimately remained silent and sauntered

over to her, and gently kissed her on

left the clubhouse and took a small vehicle to get around the golf