Chapter 264 Do You Want Me to Cancel the Wedding?
Those words hit Robert like a slap.
If he kept going, it showed he didn't care about his pride.
But Robert was all about pride; this was like poking a tiger.
As expected, Robert stayed silent, his face darkening like a brewing storm.
Molly figured he'd be slamming the door and leave by now!
Robert stared at her, and Molly's eyes flickered, which he noticed.
In a flash, he saw through her game.
Molly was provoking him, trying to make it look like he was breaking the deal.
He lifted her chin and smirked coldly, "Ever heard of a dog-eat-dog world?"
Molly shivered at his touch, goosebumps rising.
He continued, "If the one you sleep with is a dog, then what are you?"
Robert yanked her close, their bodies pressed tight, making Molly's breath quicken.
"A puppy-making brood bitch?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, laden with venom, the words dripping slowly and humiliatingly into her ears.
Molly's eyes flashed cold, her hands clenched, her defiance sparking Robert's desire to dominate her.
He loved her rebellious streak; it excited him!
He pushed her against the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Robert's towering figure loomed over her, making it hard for Molly to breathe.
"Turn around and put your hands on the mirror!" His tone was icy, devoid of any emotion.
Molly bit her lip, her blood boiling.
Robert never let anyone humiliate him; his punishment would make them regret it.
"Will my dad's surgery go smoothly the day after tomorrow?" she asked, her hands already on the mirror. In the reflection, she saw Robert, impeccably dressed and strikingly handsome.
Who would've thought such a man had a heartless beast inside?
She turned her head and asked again, "Can the surgery be done tomorrow?"
"Yes," Robert emphasized, as he entered.
Molly stifled a groan, swallowing it stubbornly.
This angered Robert. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror. "Look at me."
In the mirror, Robert's handsome face turned into a bloodthirsty demon, his wicked eyes almost devouring Molly.
"Look closely, who am I? Look closely; who are you giving in to!"
He wanted her to submit, body and soul.
Robert saw red, fiercely taking everything, forcing her to speak.
Molly's stomach ached, her vision blurred, her mind blank.
"Did you see it clearly?" Robert asked deeply.
Molly bent over to ease the stomachache and unconsciously answered, "Yes."
Robert, covered in sweat, his eyes intense, guided her. "Say, you are mine."
Molly, like a puppet, her stomachache burning away her consciousness.
Sweat dripped from her face to the ground. All she wanted was to end this torture quickly, and she said with shimmering eyes, "I am yours."
Robert's lips curled up; he was very satisfied.
At the peak of his consciousness, his voice magnetic, he asked, "Do you want me to cancel the wedding?"
Molly was jolted awake by this question.
What had she just said? Was the stomachache messing with her brain?
And Robert, was his brain messed up too?
What kind of question was that? It wasn't like her call would cancel the wedding.
Molly's eyes turned cold, and she said indifferently, "I wish you both eternal happiness and a child soon."
It hurt so much! Molly was sure he was taking revenge, being so rough.
After everything calmed down, Robert coldly tossed her in front of the mirror and went to take a shower.
Molly lay on the ground like an abandoned stray dog, curling up. The stomachache made standing nearly impossible.
She tried to get up, the pain spreading through every nerve, her heart feeling like it was about to be crushed.
The pain had been getting worse lately, and she was barely managing with special painkillers.
She couldn't collapse before Harrison's surgery.
She crawled to the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out a bottle, and swallowed two pills without water.
But her throat was so dry the pills wouldn't go down.
Just as she was about to get some water, a huge shadow loomed over her.
"What are you taking?" Robert's eyes were like a fierce wolf's.
Molly's body stiffened, and before she could speak, Robert snatched the bottle and dug the pills out of her mouth.
Before she could react, Robert turned around, and she heard the toilet flush.
He was flushing her painkillers down the drain.
Molly's face turned pale. She tried to get up to save her pills, but her knees were weak, and any movement brought crushing pain.
It felt like she was hanging by a thread, her body crushed by a rolling machine, in agony.
Robert returned, his eyes dark. "No more unknown pills."
Molly was about to lose it. Those were special painkillers from overseas, irreplaceable here.
Kyle had personally gotten them for her, life-saving pills, now flushed away by Robert.
Her throat tasted of blood. She wanted to curse him and punch him, but she was too weak, only able to glare at him hatefully. "Robert, do you want me to die?"
Robert, full of momentum, squatted down and warned, "No talking about death and no taking birth control pills."
Robert's assumption exasperated Molly; did he think she was taking birth control pills?
She couldn't get pregnant even if she wanted to now, let alone take pills.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she laughed, "Robert, those aren't birth control pills; they're life-saving medicine. I have stomach cancer; I'm dying."
Her life-saving medicine had just been thrown away, cutting off her hope of living.
Molly was in utter despair. The pain made it impossible to keep up the charade, so she told the truth.
But Robert's expression didn't change; his handsome face even showed some impatience.
"I said you can't take them, so you can't." Clearly, he didn't believe her.
Molly laughed out loud, "What? Do you want me to have your child?"
"Not impossible," Robert said calmly.
He thought the best way to keep her was to have Molly bear his child.
Otherwise, with Molly's ruthlessness, once Harrison's illness was cured or if something unexpected happened, she might disappear without a trace.
After all, it seemed like pregnancy was the most reliable option.
Molly laughed so hard her stomach hurt, "You mean, you want me to have a bastard child for you?"
Robert found her laughter irritating, frowning. "Not a bastard, our child."
He explained, "You can stay with the child as it grows."
Molly laughed uncontrollably, her expression pained, bizarre yet beautiful.
"You still want me to be your mistress for life? Robert, have you no shame?"
Robert's eyes deepened, and he asked again, "Do you want me to cancel the wedding?"
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