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..

her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen up for

rarely had close

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 cold wind for who

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 familiar figure.

found it was indeed

arms was still crying as if she had suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on too harshly after being a pushover for too

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

she had been crying too long. The woman in his arms hiccupped and, reacting slowly, angrily shouted, “You! You

found it amusing. “Becoming bold now

a dead pig not afraid of

“pig” in his arms actually dared to retort, and Scott was both exasperated and amused. Looking at her red nose and pitiful

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

Molly back home, she was already in a

decided to stay after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining work.

Looking at

bed, Scott

at Molly’s place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine for a cold

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 stour medicine before

Chapter 318

to coax. She instinctively cooperated, as obedient and gentle as her usual self. If it had been Stephanie, it would have

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

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

get restless when you are sick,”

Her clothes were

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

her. Now, facing a living,

stood frozen for a minute.

that could calmly tackle numerous

he and Chloe had always slept in separate rooms, a fact

Scott said somewhat playfully to the air, imagining that she

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

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was lowering

to a conclusion. He was a man in his thirties, yet