Crossroads

Chapter 320

Chapter 320

Scott devoured the big plate of pasta, savoring every bite, feeling physically and mentally satisfied.

Looking up, he saw Molly in the living room, looking pale and sickly. She barely touched her food, but thankfully, the was obediently drinking water and taking her medicine without coaxing.

“Do you still have a fever?” Scott walked over to help her clear the dishes, noticing her pale face and contemplating whether modrag her to the hospital

“I took my temperature. It’s 98.6 degrees. No fever, just a headache, probably a cold” Molly spoke nasally, sluggishly watching Scott take the dishes to the kitchen to wash Out of habit, she almost instinctively stood up. “Ill wash them.”

Scott

put on an apron and turned his head with a somewhat complex expression. “Don’t worry I won’t break your dishes”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s winter, and there’s no hot water from the rap, and you’re not used to kitchen work, Molly weakly explained. She used to be his housekeeper and never dared to let the big boss lift a finger.

“Do you think I’m afraid of a bit of cold water!” Scott frowned, seeming annoyed by her nagging. “Go lie down. Doing dishes is easy. Are you hovering here because you don’t trust me to handle it?”

“Of course not,” Molly replied sullenly. How could she dare doubt him

Warching his back as he wore the apron, he seemed to handle it well, but he used too much dish soap, Suddenly, Molly found it a bit amusing.

She turned and went back to her bedroom. She was used to living alone. Her house was usually quiet. The last time a man had been in her kitchen was Oscar Oscar was great at cooking, seamlessly handling knives and pans. Watching him cook had left her in awe. Compared to Oscar, Scott was

no match

Yet now. Molly found Scott’s clumsy dishwashing more endearing. Lying on her bed, closing her eyes, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Maybe it was because she liked him. She didn’t know when it started, but she’d secretly liked him for a long time.

After taking her medicine, Molly thought she would be fine after a nap. So, she endured the dull pain in her head without telling him.

Used to being scorned by her mother and bullied by her stepfather and brother, she had learned to be strong. When other girls cried and whined. she knew that after crying, she should buy medicine and treat her wounds because no one would comfort her.

Enduring the pain in her temples, she thought of her ordinary childhood, being bullied and looking dirty, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

took half an hour to

doubting whether they were clean enough. Unfortunately, this resulted in water splash out of the sink upon the floor, and he had

Scott finished and went to the living room sofa to sip some coffee. Glancing at the clock next to the TV cabinet, he realized it was already

man like

the bedroom, staying silent for three minutes before standing

happiness. If he kept dragging this on he would only hurt her Moreover, Chloe’s

fire her. He just didn’t want to bring more chaos into her peaceful life.

was on the coffee table. As he stood

up, glancing at it casually, and immediately noticing the medicine

he sighed, tossing the medicine into the trash. “It’s

Without tomber thenight.

to her bedom When he touched her forehead, he realized the

wanted to burn up

softly, but the woman on the bed only turnes uncomfortably in her sleep and didn’t wake up Senti stoned by the

10:28 AM

Chapter 320

muddled brain would become even more sluggish if her fever

at her face, flushed with fever and peacefully asleep with her

so troublesome,” he muttered under his

promptly refuse or accept even in his

buy some new fever and cold

After wandering around, he found that the 24–hour convenience store didn’t sell medicine. He walked

her apartment,

prepared half a glass of water and planned to wake Molly to take her medicine. As he

it was an alarm and reached

the word “Mom” on the screen, he realized it was Molly’s

the quiet room,

ΠΕΠΕΙ.

the phone, and left the room before answering calmly, “Molly has a severe cold and needs rest. Whatever it is, I let

loud,

“Who are

is Molly! Why do you

have my

daughter’s

sharp voice was piercing and unpleasant, making Scott frown as she continued her tirade.

to explain patiently, “She has a

“You’re with Molly now? In the middle of the night? You must be taking advantage of my daughter. Em warning you, leave immediately or I’ll call the police. And my daughter has a

creak, the bedroom door opened behind

turned to look at

woke up, vaguely hearing her mother’s familiar shrill

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