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 a

had close contact with

a fever. She had wet clothes and had been exposed to the cold wind for who

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

he walked over and found it was indeed the

arms was still crying as if she had suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on

tears and snot on my clothes. He tried to tease her like usual, but his tone was

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

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

not afraid of boiling water!” she

actually dared to retort, and Scott was both exasperated and amused. Looking at her red

assistant, instructing him to drive the car in. He then carried the

she was already in a

briefing his assistant on the

Looking at

the bed, Scott couldn’t help

place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine for a cold arud lugh fever.

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

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

gently laid her back down, tucking her in Looking at her tear–streaked face, he felt

the bathroom, wetting a towel with warm water before returning to the bedside. He carefully wiped her face. Molly.

restless when you are sick,”

another issue. Her clothes were wet. How was

in Celorium before, heaven knows he spent the night on

a second glance at her. Now, facing a living,

stood frozen for

calmly tackle numerous business problems suddenly felt stuck.

rooms, a fact known only to the two

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

been a caregiver for too long. His thoughts were becoming increasingly juvenile. Or perhaps he started acting this way only after

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later, Scott’s sharp mind came to a conclusion. He was a man in