Chapter 182 This Lunatic
Molly didn't say anything; she just shook her head.
Soon, Robert came in with the ointment and noticed they kept the same distance from each other before he left; his eyes flickered for a second.
He handed the ointment to Kyle and asked, "Do it here or at home?"
Kyle casually handed the ointment to the nurse and said, "You can help her with the ointment at home."
Robert raised an eyebrow and asked, "Isn't Mr. Scott supposed to do it?"
Kyle looked up at him and said calmly, "No, if you need help, you can ask the nurse."
Robert raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "I'll do it myself."
Kyle acted as if he didn't hear him and returned to his desk outside.
Robert picked up a cigarette and stood a few steps away from the desk, observing Kyle.
He looked quite delicate, with fair skin and black-framed glasses. He appeared innocent and harmless, somewhat like a campus heartthrob.
He curled his lips, thinking, 'Does Molly really like this type of man?'
This man seemed inexperienced in bed.
However, he noticed they had no intimate interactions, so he was still in the guessing stage.
Their only encounter was having breakfast together once.
Robert leaned against the door, playing with the unlit cigarette in his hand, and smiled at Kyle, "Mr. Scott, you know each other, don't you? Why pretend otherwise?"
Kyle didn't even lift his head, calmly saying, "Ms. Koch has been hospitalized four times in a month. Of course, I know her. In her first time here, I asked if she wanted to file a report. But she said no, and that's it."
This made Robert pause for a moment. Four times a month, she was here like once a week.
He didn't know any of this.
Most of the time, when he came in, it was endless madness and making love with her, and Molly silently complied with his demands.
She always looked in pain in front of him. It was so often that he couldn't tell if she was in pain from making love or just because of him.
He did it with her back to him every time so he wouldn't have to see her face and thought it less troubled.
He wanted to ask Kyle about something, but a pretty nurse peeked in, walked up to Kyle, and said, "Mr. Scott, I brought you some food."
She didn't wait for his response, shyly put it down, and ran off.
Kyle put it aside and ignored it. Seeing Robert standing there with nothing to do, he said, "Sir, you can prepare some oatmeal or similar liquid food for your girlfriend. She just said she had only had an apple since noon."
Robert was slightly stunned, didn't refute the title he gave, and went out to call Zack to prepare some oatmeal.
When the oatmeal arrived, Robert brought it to Molly's bedside.
She was slightly tipsy but not obviously so and only turned her head in a panic when Robert stood in front of her. "What do you want?"
Robert originally wanted to dress her as he had Zack bring some clothes over.
But thinking of Kyle just a wall away, he changed his mind.
He lowered his head slightly, his breath brushing against Molly's earlobe, his large hand roaming her body. He whispered, "I want to fuck you."
Molly said, "Robert, remember where we are; this is a hospital!"
Molly tightly grasped his hand with all her strength, but to Robert, it was just a tickle.
She stared at him, warning, "If you dare to mess around, I'll..."
"What will you do?" Robert pinched Molly's cheeks, her plump lips pouting, revealing her white teeth.
His eyes darkened for a second; he hadn't had enough in the room earlier, and now somewhat enticing.
Molly, perhaps in pain from his pinch, frowned slightly but didn't cry out.
Seeing her habitually endure the pain, Robert felt a bit soft-hearted.
But the thought of her deceiving him again and again made his eyes instantly darken.
Robert's gaze was cold, pinching her chin tightly. "Molly, you said I could play with you as I please, and now you're rejecting me?"
Molly felt disgusted.
This lunatic might really force her to continue making love in the hospital.
She closed her eyes and said with rare weakness, "Not now, it really hurts me."
Robert sneered, "Then let out your moan; if I'm satisfied, I'll let you off today."
Molly suddenly looked up, staring at the white wall, and understood his meaning.
He just wanted her to moan in front of Kyle, to humiliate her, and test their relationship.
If it were before, Molly would never agree.
But now, after such humiliating drinking sessions, Molly felt that dignity was already dispensable to her.
The burning pain in her stomach reminded her that she might not live long, so why hold on to her dignity and let her body suffer?
She skillfully licked Robert's rough fingertip with her tongue, her lips slightly parted, and a melodious moan escaped from her lips.
Finally, after she moaned for sixty seconds, Robert successfully told her to stop.
Robert's lips were tight, his eyes cold, his body uncontrollably excited.
It struck him that he didn't want anyone to hear her moan.
Even now, he just wanted to press her down and make love to her until she was so painful that she couldn't let out a sound.
This uncontrollable feeling made him particularly irritable.
Molly, however, sneered lightly, "Mr. Perot, if I stop moaning now, others might think you suck in bed."
Robert's eyes darkened, his suppressed desire rising again; he sneered, "Molly, don't seduce me on purpose."
His gaze swept down her body, mocking, "If I suck in bed, you wouldn't be in the hospital now."
With that, Molly became much more obedient.
Her vagina still hurt; she couldn't provoke this lunatic.
At that moment, Robert's phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at it and immediately answered, "Quinn."
Molly heard Quinn's voice faintly from the other end.
Then, she heard Robert speak in an unprecedentedly gentle tone, "I'm coming over now. Wait for me."
After hanging up, Robert looked at Molly, who was resting on the bed, and said, "Zack will come to take you home later."
Molly's eyes flickered; she turned over, facing away from him, and stayed silent.
Robert's eyes were devoid of warmth. He was immune to her tricks.
He mocked, "Molly, don't pretend to be jealous; it's useless. It will only disgust me."
With that, he left without hesitation.
Molly was just tired.
She felt relieved at his departure.
The thought that he would be entangled with Quinn tonight and wouldn't come to her made her feel joy.
There was no moment more relaxing and free than now.
She squinted her eyes, dozing off, and in a daze, felt something cold touching her leg.
Molly suddenly kicked out but was grabbed by the ankle.
Then, she saw Kyle's delicate face and what he was doing.
Instantly, her face turned red.
Kyle remained calm and said softly, "Molly, I'm helping you with the ointment."
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