Chapter 347 Can I Hug You?
Zack called the owner of the Emerald Oasis Hotel right away.
Surprisingly, the owner refused to meet him.
So, Zack went to see him that night, tried everything, and finally got a meeting. He immediately offered to buy the hotel at twice the market price.
But the owner turned him down, saying the hotel was a family business passed down from his great-grandfather.
Zack was puzzled. This was a chain of star-rated hotels worldwide. How could the Northfield branch suddenly be a family business? Who was he kidding?
Zack upped the offer to three times the market price. The owner seemed tempted but still refused.
With years of experience working with Robert, Zack sensed something was off.
Robert was one of Northfield's top ten richest, and the hotel owner wasn't in the same league.
Refusing three times the market price was odd. No businessman would turn down easy money.
The owner must have had some hidden issues.
Zack had to check with Robert again. Robert simply said, "Five times!"
Five times the market price was a lot. What kind of business was this?
But Zack knew if he didn't close the deal today, Robert might offer ten times the price!
Zack used all his negotiation skills, and finally, the owner caved in the face of huge profits.
No more talk of family business; he said he felt ashamed to sell but was all smiles.
Zack held the hard-won contract, feeling the sting.
Before dawn, Molly woke up. Looking at the sleeping face beside her, she felt a deep satisfaction. No one knew what she was thinking. When she left Taylor's life, people thought she didn't like him. But she felt guilty for being a bad mom. Depression was no excuse. From the moment she reached for Taylor's neck, she wasn't fit to be his mom.
Plus, her reputation in Northfield was ruined by a past scandal. Taylor didn't need a disgraced mother.
Taylor's life would be better without her, and she would just watch him grow up from afar.
Molly reluctantly pulled her fingers from Taylor's small hand, feeling empty inside.
Outside, Kyle was sleeping on the sofa. He didn't feel right leaving them alone, so he stayed.
Kyle had a peaceful sleeping face, with a few strands of hair on his brows. His closed eyes had long lashes, giving him a clean elegance. His handsome, slightly feminine look was rare but not effeminate.
Molly walked over, squatted, and covered him with a blanket.
As she pulled her hand back, Kyle's fingers caught hers.
"Molly, up early?" Kyle's morning voice was slightly magnetic.
Molly replied, "Yeah, it's still early; you should rest."
She tried to pull her hand back, but Kyle held on, pulling her closer.
Kyle opened his eyes, his gaze clear, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Molly, I had a bad dream."
His dark eyes met Molly's sparkling ones.
Molly's heart raced.
She whispered, "What did you dream about?"
Kyle didn't answer directly. "Molly, can I hug you?"
Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her into a warm, strong hug. It was brief, but Kyle looked content afterward.
He had dreamt that Molly left, and it made him need that hug.
Kyle got up. "Molly, you go freshen up. I'll get breakfast."
Molly hesitated. "No need, I don't want breakfast."
Without a sense of taste, food didn't matter much to her.
But Kyle thought differently. He wanted her to try some of her old favorites, hoping it might make a difference.
Kyle gently tugged her hand. "Molly, don't go. The nanny will be here soon. Can you wait for me in the next room?"
Kyle often gave her a sense of stability, but being younger, he sometimes acted cute.
His clear voice and clean, handsome face made his cuteness seem natural.
Not just Molly, most women couldn't resist a handsome younger guy being occasionally domineering or occasionally cute.
Kyle knew this and only used it at critical moments, knowing overusing it would be annoying.
Seeing Molly still hesitating, he added, "Half an hour, I'll be back for sure."
Molly didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm and nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Kyle smiled, grabbed his keys, and left.
The nanny arrived, and Molly didn't want Taylor to see her, so she went to the next room. Thinking it was still early, she took a shower. Just as she finished dressing, the doorbell rang.
She thought it was Kyle and opened the door with a smile. "So quick..."
But it was Robert standing outside.
Molly's smile froze.
Robert's heart tightened. Seeing that bright smile meant for another man made him ache. The pain contorted his handsome face slightly.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes dark. "That man went out?"
Robert was about to come in. Molly thought of Taylor in the next room.
Robert stepped forward, his tone unclear. "Molly, you happy?"
Molly slammed the door shut, blocking Robert outside, her heart pounding.
Outside, Robert's face darkened, his tone icy. "Molly, I'll count to three."
His gloomy voice sounded outside. "Three..."
Molly's hands and feet trembled as she reached for her phone to call Kyle and have the nanny take Taylor away.
Just as she grabbed her phone, the door beeped and opened.
Molly turned, eyes wide with fear, seeing Robert holding a black key card. "How did you..."
Robert said nothing, stepping closer.
Molly noticed the fresh wounds on his face and hands, his bloodshot eyes looking like he hadn't slept all night, making him appear a bit scary.
She secretly dialed, trying to stay calm. "Robert, you can't just storm in here..."
Robert suddenly leaned in, lifted her like a chick, and snatched her phone away.
Molly was furious, flailing her fists. "Robert, what are you doing?"
Robert didn't care, pushing her onto the bed.
One leg bent to press on her knee, half-kneeling, he easily restrained her with his arm pinning her shoulder.
"Bastard! Let me go!" Molly struggled, leaving another red scratch on his face.
He ignored it, his eyes dark. "You happy with the sex last night?"
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