Crossroads

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?”

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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..

but her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen

had close contact

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.

a cooperation deal with him, and after signing the contract, he left with his assistant to head back to the city center.

over and found it

had suffered a huge grievance.

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

arms hiccupped and, reacting slowly, angrily shouted, “You!

it amusing. “Becoming bold

not afraid of boiling water!”

and amused. Looking at her red nose and pitiful appearance, he wanted to scold her more, but

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

back home, she was already

decided to stay after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining

Looking at

the woman sleeping soundly on the bed,

place, so Scott rummaged through the

water and sat at the bedside, gently lifting her upper busy to rest against his chest. He whispered in her ear, “Molly, wake uje

Chapter 318

to take medicine, but fortunately, Molly was easy to coax. She instinctively cooperated, as obedient and gentle

back down, tucking her in Looking at her tear–streaked face,

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

restless when you are sick,” Scout muttered

her turning over reminded him of another issue. Her clothes were wet. How was he

knows he spent the night

second glance at her. Now,

frozen for a minute. T

brain that could calmly tackle numerous

always slept in separate rooms, a fact known only to the

yourself, Scott said somewhat playfully to the air, imagining that she could somehow handle this alone, but

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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