Chapter 179 I Don't Want to Hear Your Lies
In the room, Molly looked at the fresh blood she had coughed up in the trash can. The dazzling red tint of the blood was mirrored in her gaze..
Recently, the doctor diagnosed her with severe stomach ulcers and warned that without timely treatment, the next phase would be stomach cancer.
Lately, for more clients, she had been binge drinking with them at the dinner table.
At the table, Molly was known for her excellent drinking tolerance.
But in reality, she wasn't immune to getting drunk; she would go to the restroom to induce vomiting to stay sober.
Otherwise, she could easily get drunk. And she may be sexually assaulted.
However, this repeated vomiting and acid reflux had severely damaged her stomach.
She felt a bit agitated; the hospital asked her to go for a follow-up tomorrow. She was quite scared.
What if it really was stomach cancer? What would she do?
Her parents were not in good health, and she was their only child. If they found out she was sick, they probably couldn't take it.
Molly didn't dare think further. She cleaned up the trash bag, covered it with waste paper, and sprayed it with an air freshener.
Today, on a whim, she had cooked a table full of dishes while waiting for Robert to come back.
She knew he was always late, so she cooked late as well. She sent Robert a message, and he said he would be home in ten minutes.
"Home," muttered Molly, lost in thought over the word "home" in the message.
She pondered, 'Does he consider this place as our home?'
However, she quickly dismissed the notion, viewing the house as nothing more than a place where he kept her.
Today at the mall, Harper's hesitant look made Molly realize she must have seen the bruises on her body and was worried about her.
To reassure her, she said things like Robert was easy to fool, telling her not to worry.
In fact, she couldn't even tell if what she said was true or not.
She felt she hated Robert. If it weren't for his pressure, the Koch family business wouldn't have been hindered, and she wouldn't have had to drink with clients until her stomach was damaged.
But ever since she said she still loved him, Robert had changed, which was somewhat unexpected.
Although he was still wild during sex, he rarely humiliated her anymore.
Sometimes, they even acted like a normal couple, with warm moments like what happened today. And it was not just a moment.
'Robert, has he really changed?' Molly wondered.
Molly hated giving in to this kind of hope. Even if he had changed, so what? Quinn's existence doomed them to a bad ending.
All she ever wanted was a peaceful and quiet life.
That's all.
As Molly was thinking, she heard the sound of the door opening; Robert was back.
For a moment, the joy on her face was unmistakable.
She smiled and greeted him, saying, "You're back?"
Robert stood at the doorway, his eyes calm, like a storm brewing. He was quietly watching her.
Molly sensed something was off, and her fingers stiffened as she reached for his coat.
After a while, Robert spoke with disgust, "You're such a good actress."
"What?" Molly didn't react, only feeling his eyes were as cold as a snake's.
Robert smirked, "Put on your sexy dress and come out with me."
Molly was stunned. What was Robert talking about? She couldn't help but say, "But dinner..."
Before she could finish, Robert walked past her to the dining table and swept everything off with a wave of his arm.
The smash filled the room.
Robert yanked the tablecloth to flip over all the plates. He smiled, but it was a terrifying smile.
He said, "Consider it eaten."
Molly realized something was wrong. Looking at the mess, she calmly asked, "Robert, what do you want?"
Robert didn't even glance at her, pulling out a skimpy piece of clothing from the wardrobe and throwing it at Molly's face. "You're wearing this."
Molly looked at the clothes, stunned.
It was lingerie Robert had bought for her to wear in bed. How could she wear it outside?
"What are you waiting for?" Robert's voice was cold and magnetic. "Do I need to call your mom to come help you change?"
This sentence sent chills through Molly's body.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she said, "I'll change."
Molly changed into the clothes in front of Robert and put on a coat over it.
Robert gave her a cold look, and then opened the door. He was so fast that Molly couldn't catch up.
Looking back, Molly squatted at the entrance, cold sweat dripping from her temples. Another stomachache hit her again.
She hadn't had anything while waiting for him.
And now he was throwing his attitude at her.
Molly squatted, breathing heavily, and slowly said under her breath, "Robert, can we go out tomorrow? I'm having a stomachache."
Robert looked at her with no trace of pity in his eyes as he thought she was putting up another show.
This only made him feel more foolish for ever feeling pity for her.
He didn't want to be fooled by her a second time.
His pupils narrowed, and his voice chilled to the bone. He said, "If you don't want to go out, that's fine. I'll ask your mom if she's free to accompany me to the event."
As he spoke, he reached for the phone.
Molly quickly stood up, suppressing her discomfort, and said, "I can go."
Robert gave a cold smile, his eyes full of contempt.
Dragging her sick body, Molly got into Robert's car. After a fast drive, they arrived at the club. And at the same time, Molly couldn't help but throw up.
The acid reflux caused severe pain, and Molly took out a wet wipe to clean her mouth, only to vomit a large mouthful of fresh blood again.
Once her discomfort eased, she stood up straight. Robert had already entered the club without even looking at her.
She hurried to catch up. Robert had already stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button as she entered.
Molly was almost caught by the elevator doors, which nearly gave her another blood spitting.
Robert looked at her with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Instantly, Molly's heart sank into an icy abyss.
She wanted to find out why. Their relationship had improved significantly recently; why had it suddenly turned like this?
She hesitated and spoke, "Robert, what's wrong? Can you tell me?"
The elevator doors opened, and Robert stepped out. Before entering the private room, he paused for a moment and said, "Molly, do you think you can fool me again?"
"I didn't," Molly said.
Robert smiled, playing the video of her conversation with Harper, every word reaching Molly's ears.
Instantly, her face turned extremely pale. "Robert, it's not like that. There's more to the video..."
Robert suddenly grabbed her by the neck, slammed her body against the wall, and said with a cold and ruthless voice, "I don't want to hear your lies. Just do as I say."
Molly's throat was choked, and her face turned from white to purple. She was unable to say a word.
The video was taken out of context. She clearly said after that clip that she remembered things from school, such as how Robert was very innocent back then. She would lie about boys giving her love letters, and Robert would get angry and jealous.
Back then, Robert was indeed naive and easy to fool.
When she said he was easy to fool, she didn't mean to fool him; she just thought Robert's nature might still be the same as before.
Robert watched her face lose its color in his hand and released her as he found it uninteresting.
Molly slid down weakly, sitting on the ground.
Robert's gaze was as sharp as a knife, cutting into her. "I let you have a few good days, and you've already forgotten what the hell feels like."
Molly looked at him in despair and still wanted to explain, "It's not what you think. I..."
Robert's thin lips curled into a cold sneer. He humiliatingly lifted her chin with the tip of his shiny leather shoe. "Do you know? Your hypocritical face makes me sick."
Molly's lips trembled, but she couldn't speak.
She knew that no matter what she said, Robert wouldn't believe her.
She fell silent, waiting for what she was about to face next.
"Get up," Robert ordered coldly.
Molly struggled to get up, supporting herself with her hands.
Robert saw every move she made as a trick, a scheme, or a facade.
His disgust was evident as he pushed open the private room door and walked in.
Inside were several middle-aged men who stood up to greet Robert.
Robert nodded and sat down.
The others were company executives older than Robert, but they had to respect him due to his strong business capabilities.
Recently, Robert had a promising project they wanted to be part of, but Robert's pricing was too harsh, and they had yet to succeed after several days of negotiation.
Robert's shrewdness made everyone a bit uncomfortable.
But they had no choice; they still had to butter him up to continue the negotiation.
At this moment, Max Robinson, with sharp eyes, noticed a beauty standing at the door. He looked at Robert and asked tactfully, "Mr. Perot, is this your girlfriend?"
Robert lazily lifted his eyelids and said disdainfully, "Mr. Robinson, you must forget to wear your glasses. I wouldn't be interested in a woman like her. I called her here for your entertainment."
Everyone understood. Entertainment meant she was just a barmaid.
The room was warm, but Molly felt as if it were freezing.
She instantly understood what Robert intended to do.
The brief warmth she felt before today was shattered by his words, "For your entertainment."
Molly smiled bitterly. Robert's change was indeed just her illusion.
He never wanted to hear her explanation, not even a word.
Robert saw Molly's sorrow as mere pretense.
He looked at her with cold eyes and said, "It's time to take off your clothes?"
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