Chapter 259 What on Earth Is He Thinking
"What?"
"Henry filmed a video of him hitting me. Can you get it for me to destroy it?"
Molly wanted the video as evidence for the future.
But she knew Robert would never give it to her, so it was better to destroy it. Otherwise, leaving it with that pervert Henry would make her feel disgusted.
"Okay." Robert agreed readily, then leaned over to untie the ropes on her hands.
Molly relaxed for a moment, and Robert stripped off her blood-stained shirt.
"Ah!" She covered her chest, looking wary.
"What are you doing?" Robert sneered, "How are you going to explain with this shirt?"
Robert threw one of his shirts to her. Molly reluctantly put it on, feeling the burning pain from the wounds on her body and face.
As she buttoned up, she felt Robert's eyes staring at her intently, which made her turn away in a hurry.
When she finished and turned around, Robert had also changed his blood-stained shirt for a black one.
Molly's knife was too small to injure any organs and left him with just a cut.
He looked at Molly and smiled mischievously, "Why so shy? Is there any part of you I haven't seen?"
Robert rarely smiled. His acquired coldness made even his smiles feel cold, giving him a handsome yet deadly aura.
Molly felt uncomfortable all over, turned her face away, and didn't respond or smile.
Then she felt a cold touch on her face. It was Robert using a cold drink from the car fridge to reduce the swelling on her face.
The cool bottle rolled over her face, and Robert's actions were unusually gentle and meticulous, which was completely different from his usual madness.
Molly was not used to it and reached out to hold the bottle herself, but Robert pressed her hand down.
He stared at her, his eyes sharp. "Did you hear what I said that night?"
Molly's expression flustered for a second, and then she shook her head and asked back. "What?"
Robert stared at her, pressing her hand with his thumb, and sneered, "Drop that."
That night in the hospital, besides saying he would give her an explanation for the two women who hurt her, Robert had also said something that still made Molly tremble.
He had said, "Molly, let's live like this for the rest of our lives."
Molly had almost stayed awake all night, pondering what Robert meant by those words.
Why did he say that?
To her, Robert, since he came back, was a demon, a nightmare, a ghoul.
He played the role to perfection.
He drove her crazy and pushed her into an endless hell while he watched her struggle among countless devils with cold eyes.
Molly's only dream now was to escape from Robert and live a peaceful life with her parents in the few days left.
So when she heard the news that Robert was getting married, Molly had been happier than the couple.
It was a final relief to her.
But now Robert's words made her fearful as if he would still control her even after getting married.
Robert seemed to be planning to turn her into his complete mistress.
Molly bit her lip but said nothing as she was afraid of losing control of her emotions.
Robert squinted his eyes slightly and continued, "You hate me, but do you know what the opposite of hate is?"
The opposite of hate is love! The deeper the love, the deeper the hate.
Molly's hands started to tremble again. She maintained her composure and mocked, "Are you kidding? Do you hate me so much because you still love me?"
Robert reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and said something ambiguous, "I want to find out."
Molly's smile froze on her face, her lips trembling, and she was unable to say a word.
On the contrary, Robert seemed in a good mood and smiled. He turned the ring on her pinky finger, his eyes darkening.
Last time in the detention center, those two women had broken Molly's finger. The bone was reattached later, but the scar was too deep. Molly used a pinky ring to cover the scar and prevent Harrison and Leah from seeing it.
After a while, Robert whispered, "I owe you an explanation, and I won't break my promise."
Although it was supposed to be a promise to seek justice for her, Molly felt a chill down her spine.
The hand on her knee clenched slightly. She pulled away from his touch as she mocked, "I wonder if I can live to see you deal with Henry."
Before she finished speaking, he leaned in.
His cold lips pressed down, not deeply, just lightly touching her full lips.
Robert's eyes were filled with a deep smile. "Are you jealous?"
Molly was stunned. She really wanted to smash Robert's head open with a hammer to see what was inside!
How could he interpret her words as jealousy? She was disgusted to death.
Molly rubbed her lips hard like crazy, her rough actions as if trying to tear off the skin that Robert had touched.
Instantly, Robert's stern face turned terrifyingly dark. He grabbed her hand, pressing it firmly against him, and leaned in, his grip a bit ruthless this time. His white teeth pried open Molly's lips forcefully, his broad tongue curling around hers, pulling hard until a whimper of pain escaped her.
Molly's strength was nothing in front of Robert.
Her struggles were like scratching an itch to Robert.
The intensity of the kiss gradually became uncontrollable, Robert's rising desire releasing dangerous signals.
Molly felt her heart tighten.
This lunatic! His fiancée was in the next car, and he was doing this to her.
Robert's phone on the seat suddenly vibrated.
Molly clearly saw it was Quinn.
In Robert's moment of distraction, she gave a hard push, her elbow pressing against his freshly bandaged wound.
Robert grunted.
His handsome face turned pale, his grip loosened, and Molly took the opportunity to push him away and hide in the corner.
She panted slightly, her beautiful eyes glaring at Robert with resentment, full of accusation.
"Six days," Molly said.
Robert frowned, hearing Molly say, "Robert, you have six more days to humiliate me."
Seven days later was Robert's wedding.
They had agreed that once Robert got married, all their contracts would be null and void.
Robert's tone was calm as if explaining, "I have my reasons to marry her, but I don't love her."
Molly felt a chill all over, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "Robert, what's wrong with you?"
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