Chapter 318
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
When Molly looked up and saw the man before her, she numbly asked him, "What are you doing here?"
stone steps Scott had rushed over, still holding a document bag in his right hand. He frowned as he looked at her, sitting miserably on the dirty sto Seeing her tear-streaked face, he suddenly became angry and raised his voice to question her, "I'm asking you, Molly, why are you here alone?
Maybe it was his sudden raised voice and anger that made her eyes fill with tears and grievances, and she was unable to hold back her tears. "I...I don't know. It seems like everything I do is wrong. I'm so useless."
She cried while trying to speak, her words muddled. She looked like someone who was usually very obedient and timid but had been scared out of her wits, unable to stop the tears.
Scott felt a tightness in his chest, watching her cry so pitifully. He often teased her without seeing her get angry. He wondered who the hell had bullied her this time.
"Why are your dan mark on her cheek ir clothes wet? Scott put the document bag aside, squatted to check on her, and noticed a clear slap mark Anger surged as he urgently asked. "Who hit you?"
It had been a long time since anyone had squatted in front of her, speaking to her in such a gentle voice. Molly felt a rush of emotions, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing while trying to explain, I really don't have so much money they want. What am I supposed to do? I can't earn that much. I know I'm useless..
Scott couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen up for a second, his handsome face showing a hint of tension.
He rarely had close contact with women He sighed, debating whether to push her away. But then he noticed that her body was hot and had a fever. She had wet clothes and had been exposed to the cold wind for who knows how long.
Scott had come here by coincidence. The company in front had a cooperation deal with him, and after signing the contract, he left with his assistant to head back to the city center. Bored, he glanced out the car window and saw a familiar figure.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
Curious, he walked over and found it was indeed the Silly Molly The woman in his arms was still crying as if she had suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on too harshly after being a pushover for too long He looked down, staring at her tear-streaked face, and after a long hesitation, he said, "Molly, don't get your tears and snot on my clothes. He tried to tease her like usual, but his tone was much weaker this time.
Maybe she had been crying too long. The woman in his arms hiccupped and, reacting slowly, angrily shouted, "You! You always say such unpleasant things Scon found it amusing. "Becoming bold now that you're sick?
"Like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water!" she shouted.
The "pig" in his arms actually dared to retort, and Scott was both exasperated and amused. Looking at her red nose and pitiful appearance, he wanted to scold her more, but the words wouldn't come out Scott struggled to retrieve his phone from his pocket and called his assistant, instructing him to drive the car in. He then carried the half-conscious Molly to the car's back seat and gave the address to her home.
When he got Molly back home, she was already in a semi-comatose state, He decided to stay after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining work.
Looking at at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, Scott couldn't help but sigh again.
Stephane had previously left many medical supplies at Molly's place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine for a cold arud lugh fever.
He brought half a glass of water and sat at the bedside, gently lifting her upper busy to rest against his chest. He whispered in her ear, "Molly, wake uje 'Take stour medicine before you go back to sleep"
Scott felt like he was coaxing a child to take medicine, but fortunately, Molly was easy to coax. She instinctively cooperated, as obedient and gentle as her usual self. If it had been Stephanie, it would have been a real headache.
He gently laid her back down, tucking her in Looking at her tear-streaked face, he felt a mix of complicated emotions and a bit of anger.
Turning around, he went to the bathroom, wetting a towel with warm water before returning to the bedside. He carefully wiped her face. Molly. seemingly unused to being taken care of, turned uncomfortably.
"Only get restless when you are sick," Scout muttered in the complaint.
But her turning over reminded him of another issue. Her clothes were wet. How was he supposed to change them!
Although they had stayed in the same suite in Celorium before, heaven knows he spent the night on the sofa, not even taking a s taking a second glance at her. Now, facing a living, breathing woman.....
Scott stood frozen for a minute. T The brain that could calmly tackle numerous business problems suddenly felt stuck.
Actually, he and Chloe had always slept in separate rooms, a fact known only to the two of them.
"Molly, take off your clothes by yourself, Scott said somewhat playfully to the air, imagining that she could somehow handle this alone, but of COMUNE it was impossible.
Scott looked at the sleeping woman, wondering if he had been a caregiver for too long. His thoughts were becoming increasingly juvenile. Or perhaps he started acting this way only after meeting Molly.
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woman was lowering his 1Q Five minutes later, Scott's sharp mind came to a conclusion. He was a man in his thirties, yet he didn't dare undress a woman. It was truly embarrassing.
Scott first took off his glasses, hoping that seeing things less clearly would make the task easier. He then walked to the bedside, Bent down, lifted the blanket, and mechanically started unbuttoning her coat. He tossed aside her coat and the inner shirt, which he had to pull over her head.
Next, he removed her shoes and then her damp, black, tight-fisting pants. Sleeping in wet clothes wasn't good in wet for her. Scott sighed again, turned his head away with a complex expression, and moved stiffly.
When he finally finished, Scott stood beside the bed, looking at her om peaceful, sleeping face. He couldn't help but make a snarky comment. "Dumb girl wouldn't know if she was being taken advantage of.
Despite his words, he smiled inexplicably as he stared at her face.
Molly was ordinary, standing about 5 feet tall, with no particular talents. She was just a simple, straightforward girl She was kind-hearted, easy-going and easily pleased. He often saw her secretly collecting discount coupons, and she would be happy for an entire day over what she thought was a great deal.
In a world that was too restless, he found such a simple girl quite endearing Molly slept deeply, perhaps dreaming of something beautiful, as a contented smile appeared on her serene face.
Glancing at the wall clock, it was already 6 p.m..
Stephanie had been waiting at home for a long time. Molly had said she would come over and go shopping together, but she hadn't shown up. Stephanie had called her several times, but there was no answer.
"What could she be busy with!" Stephanie wondered. Lately, Molly had been standing her up frequently, She guessed it might be related to Scott, or perhaps she was being occupied by little Andy.
Thinking about Molly's usual reliability, Stephanie felt something was off. Even when Molly missed their Christmas plans, she had called to explain. Stephanie decided to check on her at home.
She quickly grabbed her wallet and phone, changed her clothes and shoes, and rushed out the door.
But as she opened the door, she was stunned.
"You" Stephanie was shocked to see Dominick standing at her door. "Where are you going?" Dominick's deep voice was urgent and questioning as he suddenly grabbed her wrist as if not allowing her to leave His grip was right and painful. Initially, Stephanie wanted to get angry, but when she met his deep eyes and saw his stern face, she noticed a flush,
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Stephanie frowned, staring intently at him, even feeling the heat from his palm.
"Dominick, are you sick?" she asked.