Chapter 297 That Face!
Heather's jaw felt like it was about to break from the pressure.
Sweat dotted her forehead, and her heart pounded with fear at Robert's cold demeanor. Tears welled up but didn't fall.
Robert studied Heather's face. What resemblance? Just the eyes.
Both she and Molly had those upward-curving, fox-like eyes. Molly's eyes were defiant, even at her lowest.
Heather, having been in red-light district from a young age, had eyes full of flattery and submission.
Those eyes were alluring to men but lacked Molly's spirit.
Heather couldn't hold on much longer. Her jaw felt like it would shatter under Robert's grip.
Before she could speak, Robert let go, looking disinterested.
Heather collapsed, heart racing. She was grateful her jaw wasn't broken.
Robert sat back, legs crossed, and ordered, "Pour the wine."
Heather, trembling, poured the wine. Robert drank glass after glass, finishing two bottles.
He drank until his vision blurred, and Heather started to look like Molly.
He mumbled, "Molly," a name Heather had heard before.
From the first time Robert chose her, making her stay by his side all night without speaking, just staring at her face.
He wouldn't let her smile, cry, or make a sound.
Heather knew she couldn't speak; if she did, she wouldn't resemble Molly.
Robert's eyelids drooped, his features sharp and cold, exuding a devilishly handsome charm.
A man like Robert was far beyond the reach of those in the business.
But every woman had a Cinderella complex, hoping the man would be her prince.
Heather poured another glass and handed it over.
This time, Robert didn't take it. He looked at her, eyes half-closed.
Heather's face seemed to poison him. Robert drank the entire glass from her hand.
Heather turned to pour another glass.
This time, Robert threw the glass from her hand.
He grabbed her neck, pressing her down on the sofa.
The speed stunned Heather. She stared wide-eyed at Robert.
His cold, handsome face changed color. Leaning close to her ear, he hoarsely said, "Molly, Molly."
He said nothing else, just repeated that name.
Over and over, hoarse and sexy.
Robert was slightly drunk, his deep affection hard for any woman to resist.
Even though he was calling another woman's name, the affection was overwhelming. Even as a substitute, she was willingly to accept him.
Heather didn't sense the danger, boldly hooking her hand around Robert's neck, her lips slowly approaching.
Only a finger's width apart, their breaths mingled.
The unfamiliar scent made Robert frown.
This smell, unfamiliar, worldly, not Molly's scent.
He pushed Heather away, flipping back onto the sofa, rubbing his temples.
Heather was stunned, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
If Robert wanted her, she wouldn't have to deal with those smelly, fat old men anymore.
Maybe he'd take her away. Who knew?
Heather gathered her courage, unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her soft skin.
She knelt down in front of Robert, reaching out with trembling fingers.
Robert's cold, harsh voice cut through the air.
"Get out!"
Heather froze.
A wine glass smashed against the LCD screen behind her, shattering.
Robert's bloodshot eyes opened, his voice like a demon's.
"Get out!"
Terrified, Heather's legs went weak. She didn't even button her shirt as she crawled out in a panic. Just as she got outside, Patricia kicked her.
"Heather, you think Robert looking at you means he'll take you away?"
Heather knelt on the ground, trembling. "Patricia, I didn't think that, really, I didn't."
"Hmph! Give it up!"
Patricia threw a stack of bills in Heather's face. "Tonight's losses. If you don't pay up, you're done!"
Heather looked at the astronomical numbers, tears streaming down her face. She bowed repeatedly.
"Patricia, I know I was wrong. Please, I know I was wrong!"
This money, Heather couldn't pay back even in death!
"You brought this on yourself! Don't aim too high. We're just here to serve drinks, but you want to reach the sky in one step!"
Patricia said mercilessly, "Do you think a little sparrow like you can fly over the sky?"
In their line of work, they couldn't offend the rich. Even if Robert caused trouble, they had to smile and flatter him.
Patricia looked at Heather's naive face and sneered, "Following him, you'll be worse off than here."
A man who slept with corpses every day—how could small fry like her move him?
Heather was dragged away by security.
Patricia glanced at Robert's handsome face. Good-looking, indeed, but thinking of the rumors made her feel eerie and creepy.
She shook her head and quickly left like being chased by a ghost.
When Robert left the club, it was still late at night.
His mind was foggy, his head dizzy, as he walked unsteadily.
Leaning against the car, Robert lit a cigarette and called Zack.
"Pick me up."
He still had to go home and sleep with Molly.
After hanging up, he looked up at the sky. Tonight's moon was very round, just like the night Molly left.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared, getting into a blue luxury car at the entrance.
Robert's tall body stiffened, the cigarette falling from his mouth.
That face—Robert charged out like a panther in the night!
The blue luxury car started, driving away, and Robert recklessly chased after it.
He wasn't clear-headed; if he were, he would have noticed the car wasn't driving fast, like it was luring him.
Every time hope was within reach, the car would speed away.
Finally, Robert, exhausted, tripped and fell, bruising his knee.
He struggled to prop himself up, but the alcohol surged, his mind filled with countless shadows.
The blue car stopped, the door opened, and a pair of slender legs stepped out, wearing black high heels, walking towards him.
The black high heels stopped in front of him.
Robert's face was still on the ground. He lifted his eyes slightly, from the slender legs to the woman's enchanting, seductive face.
"Molly!"
He called out once, then no more, shaking his head as if trying to discern if this was an illusion.
Was this real? For five years, he hadn't even dreamed of Molly!
She was so heartless she wouldn't even grace his dreams!
Robert, in this position, looked like a worshipper at the feet of a goddess.
Those seductive red lips parted.
"Robert."
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