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?”

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..

what she was saying, but her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen up for a second, his handsome face showing

close contact

he noticed that her body was hot and had a fever. She had wet clothes and had been exposed to the cold wind for

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

over and found it

crying as if she had suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on too harshly after being

don’t get your tears and snot on my clothes. He tried to tease her like usual, but his tone was

she had been crying too long. The woman in his arms hiccupped and, reacting

“Becoming bold now that

dead pig not afraid of boiling water!” she

actually dared to retort, and Scott was both exasperated and amused. Looking at her red nose and pitiful appearance, he wanted to scold

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

Molly back home, she was already in a semi–comatose

after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining work.

Looking at

sleeping soundly on the bed, Scott couldn’t help but

previously left many medical supplies at Molly’s place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine for a

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

Chapter 318

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

tucking her in Looking at her tear–streaked face, he felt a mix of complicated emotions and a bit of anger.

water before returning to the bedside. He carefully wiped her face. Molly. seemingly unused to

restless when you are sick,” Scout muttered

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

heaven knows he spent the night on the sofa, not even

at her. Now, facing

for a

numerous business problems

slept in separate rooms, a fact known only to

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

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

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was lowering his

sharp mind came to a conclusion. He was a man in his thirties, yet he didn’t dare undress a