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..

out what she was saying, but her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen up

close contact with

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

signing the contract, he left with his assistant to head back to the

he walked over and found it was indeed the

suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on too harshly after

her tear–streaked face, and after a long hesitation, he said, “Molly, don’t get your tears and snot on my clothes. He tried

his arms hiccupped and, reacting slowly, angrily shouted, “You! You always say such

found it amusing. “Becoming bold now

dead pig not afraid of boiling water!”

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

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

he got Molly back home, she

stay after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining

Looking at

on the bed, Scott couldn’t

place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine

gently lifting her upper busy to rest against his chest. He whispered in her ear, “Molly, wake uje ‘Take stour medicine before you

Chapter 318

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

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

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,

restless when you are sick,”

turning over reminded him of another issue. Her clothes

heaven knows he spent the

taking a second glance at her. Now, facing a

frozen for a

numerous business

rooms, a fact known only to the two

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

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

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