Chapter 346 Don't Touch Her
Molly had Taylor while in a coma, and it took her two years to bounce back.
She went through hell before things got back to normal.
Kyle had waited a long time. Now, he needed to change how she saw him; she couldn't just see him as family.
Kyle's pure eyes always made Molly feel guilty. This was her life, but Kyle had a bright future ahead.
Molly took a deep breath and said, "Kyle, I've troubled you too much. I..."
"Forget it. Let me dry your hair. Don't catch a cold." Kyle cut her off gently, starting to dry her hair. He knew breaking down the barrier between them wasn't easy. He needed to help her get used to loving and being loved. It would take time and effort, but he was willing to do it for her.
Molly stayed quiet.
They stood in front of the mirror, and Molly didn't know where to look.
She suddenly noticed how tall Kyle was, more than a head taller than her. Usually, in his shirt, he looked slim. But now, after showering at the hotel, he wore a tight white T-shirt that showed off his firm waistline and abs. He was the type who looked slim in clothes but muscular without them.
Molly's face felt warm and flushed, maybe from the hairdryer, making her look even more delicate and beautiful.
After drying her hair, Kyle still couldn't let go of her hair. Looking into the mirror, he softly said, "Molly, you know, you'll never trouble me."
Molly was stunned. She had heard "never" many times before.
But only Kyle's "never" made her heart soft slightly and warm. He always warmed her in a subtle, gentle way.
After Kyle finished speaking, he put down the hairdryer and turned to leave.
"Let's go see Taylor." He walked away, as if afraid Molly would refuse him again.
The usually mature and solid Kyle showed his childish side, which made Molly's eyes sparkle with warmth.
The room was a deluxe double suite, with two rooms connected.
Kyle opened the door and saw Taylor sleeping on the bed. He stepped aside to let Molly in and then left.
The room was dimly lit, but even in the faint light, Taylor's striking features were clear. Long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. With his eyes closed, he looked almost exactly like Robert.
Molly moved closer. Only at times like this could she really look at and touch him.
Because of his heart condition, Taylor's lips weren't as rosy as other kids his age; they were slightly pale.
Molly's heart ached, filled with unbearable emotions.
Her outstretched arm retracted several times.
Suddenly, Taylor's small, white hand, as if by telepathy, grabbed one of Molly's fingers. It was as tight as when he was first born.
Taylor's lips moved slightly, murmuring, "Mommy."
In an instant, Molly felt like she was struck by lightning, her heart tightening sharply.
The tears she had been holding back finally fell, one after another, onto her arm.
She controlled her breathing and silently repeated in her heart, 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Baby, Mommy made a lot of mistakes.'
When Kyle came in, Molly was curled up, sleeping next to Taylor.
Her index finger was still tightly held by Taylor's small hand, and her eyelashes were wet, making Kyle's heart ache.
He knew Molly wasn't as heartless as she seemed; her inner softness showed when no one was around.
She had been through a lot.
Kyle didn't want to wake her. He took out a blanket, covered her, and tucked Taylor in as well.
When Kyle came out, he saw Molly's phone on the table, set to silent, vibrating with an incoming call from an unknown number, persistently, over and over again.
Kyle arched an eyebrow, knowing who was calling.
He picked up the phone. On the other end, Robert's frantic voice came through. "Molly, come out. I need to tell you..."
"She's asleep," Kyle interrupted, and there was an instant pause on the other end. After a while, he heard Robert's heavy breathing.
"Let Molly answer the phone," Robert said through gritted teeth.
Kyle replied calmly, "I said, she's asleep. I can pass on your message."
The sound of teeth grinding came from the other end. "Who are you?"
Before Kyle could answer, Robert started shouting, "I don't care who you are. I'm warning you, don't touch her. Don't go near her. Get out now, or I'll ruin you."
Kyle's voice remained calm. "You still think you are the same Mr. Perot, the lord of Northfield?"
In the past five years, the once-mighty Perot Group had significantly shrunk. The miracle Robert created in less than three years had disappeared due to his downfall.
But even though it wasn't what it used to be, Robert was still in the top ten of Northfield's rich list, who no one dared to cross.
Robert's anger surged, and he said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"
Kyle smiled lightly. "That doesn't matter. You just need to remember that she will never be with you again."
To Robert, these words were like a dagger to the heart.
He couldn't stand being reminded over and over that he no longer had a place in Molly's life.
If he didn't have it, he would fight for it. He would never give up.
But Kyle's next words hit him like a hammer.
Kyle said, "You know why you don't deserve her."
He was reminding Robert that their disgraceful past could never be erased.
Kyle didn't want to waste words with him and hung up the phone. He didn't delete the call log, though.
Kyle wouldn't deceive Molly; he would own up to what he had done.
After thinking for a moment, Kyle made another call.
When it connected, he said, "Declan, I'm staying at the Emerald Oasis Hotel and want some peaceful time."
After giving his instructions, he looked at the dark night outside, a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Downstairs.
Zack, looking disheveled, reported, "Mr. Perot, the owner of the Emerald Oasis Hotel said they can't disclose guest information."
Robert's heart was burning with anger, his eyes cold, and he said, "Before dawn, I want to see the contract for acquiring the Emerald Oasis Hotel."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
