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 wash three

enough. Unfortunately, this resulted in water splash out of the sink upon the floor, and he had to fetch

sofa to sip some coffee. Glancing at the clock next to the TV cabinet, he

night, a man like him staying in

bedroom, staying silent for

him, but he was worried he couldn’t give her happiness. If he kept dragging

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

As he stood up hastily, he knocked a box of medicine onto

up, glancing at it casually, and immediately noticing

Molly,” he sighed, tossing the medicine into the trash. “It’s been expired

Without tomber thenight.

he touched her forehead, he realized the foolish won

to burn up

car, calling her name softly, but the woman on the bed only turnes uncomfortably in her sleep and didn’t wake up

10:28 AM

Chapter 320

degrees. Her already muddled brain would become even more sluggish if her fever

her face, flushed with fever and peacefully asleep with her eyes closed, he couldn’t bring himself to wake

are so troublesome,” he muttered under his breath.

He could promptly refuse or accept even in

new fever and cold medicine from

4 AM, finding a taxi wasn’t easy. After wandering around, he found that the 24–hour convenience store didn’t sell medicine. He walked for half an hour before finally

the time Scott returned to her apartment, it

prepared half a glass of water and planned to wake Molly to take her medicine. As he approached the bed, the light

alarm and reached out to turn

the screen, he realized it was Molly’s mother

phone’s ringing was jarring in the

ΠΕΠΕΙ.

nightstand, picked up the phone, and left the room before answering calmly, “Molly has a severe cold and needs rest. Whatever it is, I let her know when she wakes up…

voice, Andrea interrupted him with a loud, accusatory tone,

“Who are

you? Where is Molly!

have my

daughter’s

voice was piercing and unpleasant, making Scott

patiently, “She has a cold

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

bedroom

to look

vaguely hearing her mother’s familiar shrill voice. She saw Scott holding her p

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