Chapter 265 Can You Just Die?
Molly suddenly laughed.
"Is it like that? I ask you to cancel, and you can just make it?" Her face was stunningly beautiful; even without makeup, she had an enchanting charm. When she smiled, she was as radiant as a flower.
Robert's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "I can consider it."
For a moment, he wanted to say, "I can cancel it as long as you agree to have a child with me."
However, his proud and contradictory nature would never allow him to voice his thoughts, only indirectly offering a compromise.
Perhaps, if Molly said a soft word, he would break his hard shell and give her his heart.
"Then I want you to die, okay? Can you just die?"Molly asked, her expression serious to make sure she wasn't joking.
The brightness in Robert's eyes vanished, and his handsome face was once again covered with an eternal coldness.
He stared at her, "Do you hate me that much?"
"Yes." Molly's stomach hurt so much she could barely stand it, and she struggled to find the words to make him leave. "Robert, you should die with Quinn so you can remain a couple in hell."
Robert finally had heard enough. Suddenly squatting down and gripping Molly's sharp chin tightly, he said harshly, "Molly, who gave you the guts to be so vicious in front of me?"
Vicious? Molly thought it sounded like a fairy tale compared to what they had done to her.
Henry had those women hurt her and later locked her in a villa to abuse her. This definitely had something to do with Quinn.
And Quinn was so vicious. Who was her backer?
Molly sincerely wished these two bastards to be together forever, and that was considered vicious?
However, she didn't care whether it was vicious.
During this time, hadn't Robert accused her enough? Molly really didn't care about any of those at all. "Mr. Perot, I've always been like this. Haven't you gotten used to me being vicious in your heart for so long?"
After meeting Robert again, Molly knew that kindness was the most useless thing in this world.
Being kind means being bullied.
All the memories Molly had left of Robert were of him trampling and humiliating her and him delisting the Koch Group, which caused Harrison to be sent to the hospital; everything was either related to him or Quinn.
The Koch Group and her entire family were in a difficult situation.
Robert and Quinn were both culprits; neither could go off for what they did.
Molly looked at Robert with hatred and said word by word, "I only hate myself for not being strong enough, not being vicious enough; otherwise, I would have killed you both long ago."
Instantly, Robert's gaze became gloomy.
His hands suddenly moved down to grab Molly's slender neck and slam it against the bedside table.
Molly coughed violently from the impact.
Robert ignored her pained expression, his voice like it came from hell, cold and cruel. "Molly, you really need a lesson."
He stood up, grabbed her with one hand, and threw her onto the bed, slamming her down hard. Fortunately, the bed was soft, so it didn't hurt much.
Seeing Robert approaching, Molly spluttered, "Robert, what do you want?"
Robert leaned over, his thin lips curling into a strange smile.
Why should he negotiate with Molly? He should do what he wants. "A child is a chance for you to atone for what you did. I'm telling you, even if you have a child, it won't offset your previous sins!"
As he spoke, he covered her with his body, his long fingers swiftly and deftly stripping her clothes.
"Get off me!" Molly screamed in anger; she couldn't take any more tonight.
She was out of painkillers, and she didn't know how long she could hold on.
However, no matter what, she had to hold on until Harrison's surgery; she couldn't let Robert torture her anymore.
"I can't have sex again." Molly tightly covered herself with a piece of cloth, holding it tightly, her face pale from the pain.
Seeing her resisting, Robert suddenly felt a surge of evil fire, his voice indifferent and cold. "Don't think that pretending to be pitiful will make me let you go."
Robert cruelly pressed down on her, and Molly felt like her chest was being heavily compressed.
The metallic taste in her throat surged up. She sprayed her blood onto Robert's chest, staining his white shirt a deep brown.
The sight of the bright red blood had a tremendous impact on Robert.
He understood that it was because it was Molly's blood that his heart felt so deeply wounded.
"Why cough up so much blood?" Robert's voice was no longer as cold as before, with even a hint of hoarseness.
With blood at the corner of her mouth, Molly smiled and said, "That's how it is with cancer patients; we cough up blood at any moment."
She spoke with a smile, but Robert didn't believe her, thinking she was deliberately mocking him.
Covered in blood, Molly thought he would be angry, but to her surprise, he just got on his feet and went to the bathroom, quickly rinsing off in a few minutes.
Then he came out, carried Molly into the bathroom, and placed her in the bathtub.
When he started to undress her, Molly's whole body stiffened, and the next second, she pushed him away with her hands.
But Robert held her tightly. "Don't move. You're filthy. Let's get you cleaned up."
Molly's throat was sore, and she didn't listen to him as she continued to struggle.
"I don't want you to do this," she said with disgust.
She even found Robert dirty, a filthy man who slept with any women, and she didn't know if he used protection or if he had any diseases.
Robert could see that she truly despised him, but so what? What Robert wanted to do would always be done, even if it was against others' will.
Whether it was sleeping, bathing, or having children.
Robert's tone was cold and commanding, "One more move, and I'll do it right here."
"You're disgusting." Molly genuinely felt repulsed.
Robert didn't react to her words and continued to undress her and push her into the water.
Holding her waist, he said without any shame, "We've slept and touched everywhere, and now you find me disgusting?"
Molly's face turned red as he manipulated her body without any emotion.
After rinsing her off, he changed the water, which became clear and no longer as glaring.
During his three years abroad, Robert had suffered a lot; his back was full of scars, but his hands were well-maintained.
His fingers were long, his nails clean, and there were faint little lunulas at the end of his nail matrix.
It was a very beautiful pair of hands, as good-looking as his face.
However, there were slight calluses in his palms, which raised goosebumps on Molly's skin.
When he touched sensitive areas, Molly instinctively tried to avoid him.
He snorted, "I think you're pretending to be innocent while taking advantage. Do you know how many women are lining up to sleep with me?"
He turned her face to look at him, dissatisfied. "Sleeping with you is a favor, understand?"
In this aspect, Robert was always confident. Besides his stunning looks, he was actually good in bed, provided he was willing to please the woman.
The only women he was willing to please in Northfield were Quinn and this ungrateful Molly.
Molly didn't want to respond; her face was cold, and she said indifferently, "The water is cold."
Molly's calm response deflected Robert's words.
Even though he looked displeased, he still obediently grabbed a towel to cover her and carried her to the bed.
Molly was tired and didn't speak anymore once she lay down, nor did she pay attention to Robert.
After all, Robert, the groom-to-be tomorrow, couldn't spend the night here.
She wanted to sleep, but her stomach hurt too much. Closing her eyes, it felt like someone was scraping her stomach with a knife.
In the middle of the night, she heard the door open and thought Robert had left.
But soon, she heard a faint sound, and Robert brought a glass of water to the bedside, along with several pills, and urged Molly to take them.
Molly buried her head under the covers and mumbled, "I don't want to take it."
The medicine she took was specially made, and no other medicine would work; she couldn't take his.
Robert pulled her out from under the covers and said forcingly, "Take it and then sleep."
Molly tightly closed her mouth and shook her head. "No."
Robert didn't care, pried her mouth open, and shoved the pills in.
The pills were too dry, and Molly couldn't swallow them down, her throat feeling scratchy.
She started to gag and was about to spit them out, but Robert forced the water into her mouth.
Molly refused to drink, so he pinched her jaw and poured the water in, soaking her clothes.
Seeing she still wouldn't cooperate, he pressed his warm lips directly onto hers.
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