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..

him made him stiffen up for a second, his handsome face showing a hint

close contact with women

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

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

found it was indeed the Silly

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

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

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

found it amusing. “Becoming bold now that you’re

dead pig not afraid

and amused. Looking at her red

phone from his pocket and called his assistant, instructing him to drive the car in. He then carried the half–conscious Molly to the

home, she was already in a

briefing his assistant on the remaining work.

Looking at

soundly on the bed,

medical supplies at Molly’s place, so Scott rummaged through

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

Chapter 318

medicine, but fortunately, Molly was easy to coax. She instinctively cooperated, as obedient and gentle as her usual self. If it had been Stephanie,

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

water before returning to the bedside. He carefully wiped her face. Molly. seemingly unused to being taken care of, turned uncomfortably.

are sick,” Scout muttered in the

clothes were wet. How was he supposed

the same suite in Celorium before, heaven knows he spent the night on

her.

frozen for

numerous business problems

slept in separate rooms, a fact known only to

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

the sleeping woman, wondering if he had been a caregiver for too long. His thoughts were

on Gøøglᴇ to

was lowering his 1Q

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