Chapter 485 Don't Cry! Cynthia, Don't Cry!
Molly tossed the comic book aside and muttered, "I don't know! But once he's engaged, he won't bug me anymore. A guy like him can't afford to lose face."
Amanda felt bad for her.
Sure, their families had history, but Gavin had already gotten his revenge on Molly. What more did he want?
Was he trying to make Molly his side chick? No way she'd agree to that. Nathan wouldn't either!
Amanda ruffled Molly's hair and said softly, "I've got your back!"
Amanda left, sighing softly as she closed the door behind her. Deep down, she hoped Cynthia could find someone who knew how to care for her, how to share the warmth and the chill. That way, Molly and Gavin would both have companions. Perhaps then Gavin would stop pestering.
She understood Gavin well enough. Gavin was excellent, no doubt about it. But he was also just a man. And like most men, he had the usual flaws. For instance, possessiveness, or the belief that what he couldn't have was always the best.
Amanda went over and eagerly pushed Gavin to drink. She was planning to get him wasted and then call Andrew to pick him up. Nathan patted Amanda's head and asked, "You okay?"
Amanda downed three shots in a row and said, "Gavin, this one's for your happiness. Your folks must be thrilled you're settling down! Bring Miss Hughes over for dinner sometime. I might not be a chef, but I can whip up a few dishes!"
Gavin chugged his drink, and Amanda matched him shot for shot. They drank fast and hard, leaving Nathan stunned.
Outside, it was drizzling. Nathan peeked out, "It's raining. It'll be a hassle for Gavin to get home later!"
In a flash, he noticed Amanda was drunk.
Gavin kindly draped a coat over Amanda and then started pushing Nathan to drink. Nathan was a bit scared of him. The guy could really hold his liquor.
By evening, Nathan was also hammered.
Outside, the autumn rain fell, and the ground was covered with wet, yellow leaves sticking sadly to the gray concrete. Gavin stood by the window for a long time.
Then Molly came out and saw her parents were both drunk. She knew getting them drunk was just a ploy to be alone with her. How low!
She looked at him, and he turned to meet her gaze. Gavin's voice was rough, "It's raining! Nathan asked me to stay over!"
With no one else around, Molly didn't have to be nice to him.
She held back her emotions, "Get out!"
Gavin didn't budge; he just stared at her. Molly couldn't figure out what he wanted. Honestly, Gavin wasn't sure either. He just knew he wanted to see her.
Molly tried to run back to her room. But after a few steps, he grabbed her from behind.
He pressed her lightly against the door, his strong body close behind. Many times in that apartment, when he came back from a business trip, he had loved her passionately like this. But now, all Molly felt was shame.
She struggled hard, but he didn't let go.
"Let me go!" she whispered, "Mr. Devereux, I don't want anything to do with you. Are you trying to force me now?"
Gavin held her from behind. Her body was soft. At this moment, her eyes were red.
Gavin had drunk too much. Normally, with their history, he wouldn't be so reckless.
He held her, unable to resist pressing against her ear. "Just let me hold you, Molly. Just for a moment."
Molly was so humiliated that she cried and struggled hard, but she couldn't break free. She couldn't scream either.
Gavin's handsome face showed a trace of pain. His face was hot, and he whispered things to her that she couldn't hear clearly and didn't want to. All she knew was that he eventually opened her bedroom door and took her inside. She was pressed against the door, and Gavin held her face, his hot lips pressing against hers.
Molly's eyes widened. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Gavin licked them away with his tongue and whispered, "Don't cry, Molly."
Molly shoved him away, her chest heaving as she glared at him with tear-filled eyes. "You wanted to mess with my feelings and hurt me. Well, congrats, you did it. I'm in pain. Can you just let me go now?"
The bedroom light suddenly flickered out, making it hard to see their faces.
Gavin stared at Molly, and she stared right back.
After what felt like forever, he stepped forward again, grabbed her hands, and kissed her deeply.
A hard slap landed on his face. "Enough! Get out!"
But Gavin pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly this time.
He apologized again, not for playing with her, but because he knew he had genuinely fallen for her and couldn't promise her a future.
Gavin left. Outside, thunder rumbled like a distant growl, and lightning occasionally lit up the night. Molly slowly squatted down, hugging herself tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Gavin sat quietly in his car downstairs.
He had drunk a lot and couldn't drive, but he didn't want anyone to pick him up either. He just wanted to sit there, as close to Molly as possible.
He knew he shouldn't continue. If he did, more people would find out, making the situation difficult to manage, and he would end up breaking Chloe's heart.
Gavin leaned back against the leather seat, gently bumping his head. His head hurt a lot.
He closed his eyes, but all he could see was Molly's tearful eyes. Molly was stronger than he thought!
The sky was getting light, and a black Hummer sped over, its headlights shining on Gavin's face.
Gavin instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes. When the lights went out, he saw it was Clayton.
Clayton jumped out of the car, looking energetic in his leather jacket. He saw Gavin too and gave him a fierce glare before heading upstairs.
Ten minutes later, he came down with luggage, followed by Amanda and Molly.
As they walked out the door, Molly saw Gavin's car.
She lowered her eyes, pretending not to see it, and Amanda patted her hand.
Clayton put the luggage in the trunk, then went over and put his arm around Molly's shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Molly!"
Amanda felt reassured. She expressed her gratitude to Clayton.
"It's what I should do. We're leaving now!" He helped Molly into the car and then walked around to the other side.
Molly sat in the passenger seat, inevitably seeing Gavin. He looked somewhat desolate, his eyes bloodshot as he stared in their direction.
Clayton got into the car and glanced at her. "Do you want to say goodbye?"
Molly shook her head, "No need."
Clayton smiled, lightly pressed the gas pedal, and drove towards the airport.
Gavin gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles almost turned white. He hadn't expected Molly to leave so quickly. He didn't even know how long she would be gone, or if she and Clayton would have a future.
Amanda walked up to his car and knocked on the window.
Gavin got out, his voice hoarse, "Amanda."
Amanda spoke seriously, "Molly is going abroad for treatment. She has mild depression, and lately, her mood has been bad, which could develop into moderate depression. If you have any feelings for her, don't bother her anymore. She's different from others."
Gavin was stunned.
Molly was sick, and he never knew?
Amanda smiled, "That's it! Even if you two like each other, so what? Your relationship is too complicated; there's no way it could ever work out."
Gavin's heart ached. He looked in the direction the car had left and murmured, "I don't know what's wrong with me! I just regret it."
He wasn't insistent on possessing her; his only wish was to spare her from sorrow. Yet, with crystal clarity, he recognized that it was his own hands that had propelled her into the depths of despair.
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