Chapter 348 Thinking About How to Kill You
"None of your business. Let me go," Molly snapped, eyes full of disgust.
Robert bit her collarbone hard, eyes bloodshot and wild. "Does it feel good?"
Molly, unable to move her body, swung her free arm and slapped him hard, making his mouth bleed. "None of your damn business."
Robert's lips, now bloody, made his cold, handsome face look even more sinister. He grabbed her hand tightly. "Does slapping me feel good?"
Molly sneered, "Of course it does."
"Then hit this cheek." He offered his right cheek, guiding her hand to slap him again, making a dull, crisp sound. His cheek swelled instantly.
"Is that enough?" Robert's voice was stern, eyes bloodshot with suppressed rage. "If not, keep going until you feel it's enough."
Seeing his face covered in fresh and old wounds, Molly felt indifferent and slapped him as hard as she could. Robert was a complete lunatic!
"Robert, you need a mental hospital. Don't go crazy in front of me," she said coldly.
"You can hate me, take revenge, but you can't be with another man," Robert growled, eyes dark and intense. "You can't meet, eat, hold hands, or sleep with another man."
Molly was about to respond when she heard a faint child's cry. It was so soft that Robert might not have noticed, but she trembled, her face turning pale.
Robert noticed her reaction, frowning. Just as he was about to speak, another faint cry came through, sounding like Taylor having a tantrum.
"What's that?" Robert stopped and got up to check.
Molly's mind went blank, her back covered in sweat. She had one thought: 'Robert can't find out about Taylor.'
She quickly hooked her arms around Robert's neck, meeting his surprised gaze with a smile. "It's not enough yet," she said, biting his jaw.
Robert stiffened, the past flames of passion roaring back. His body trembled, feeling like he was about to explode. He instinctively pressed down, his lips seeking hers.
Molly pressed her palm against his chin to keep a distance. "Let's go to your place. How about that?" she suggested, eyebrows raised.
Robert stared at her, momentarily suspicious of her sudden change. Molly laughed lazily, tapping his chin provocatively. "Mr. Perot, are you afraid?"
Robert's lips twitched, not caring what trick she was playing.
He bit her finger, his wet tongue licking along her fingertip with a sinister smile. "I'll make you beg for mercy."
Then, he picked her up and walked out.
Molly was startled; they were still in a hotel, and people would see them in the hall. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. "Robert, put me down," she exclaimed.
Robert stood straight, watching the elevator's floor indicator, and chuckled, "Giving up?"
Molly glared at him. "You wish."
Robert was about to say something when the elevator arrived. The door opened, and Kyle stood there holding a takeout bag, his clear eyes looking directly at them.
Robert met his gaze, frowning slightly, and was about to speak when Molly tapped his chin, impatiently interrupting. "Are we going or not?"
Her tap made the bite mark on Robert's chin glaringly red, but he wasn't angry. He lowered his head and hummed in response. Then, his eyes sharpened, looking at Kyle. "Going down?"
Kyle glanced at Molly in Robert's arms and said steadily, "Yes." He stepped aside and exited the elevator.
As he left, the corner of the takeout bag brushed against Molly's leg, unnoticed by anyone but her. She recognized the bag from a small shop near the hospital where Kyle used to work. When she was hospitalized, Kyle had often bought her food from there, even though it was 40 miles away from the Emerald Oasis Hotel. Just because she once said she loved the food there, Kyle made the trip.
Molly dreaded thinking further.
Before the elevator door closed, Robert suddenly lowered his head, rubbing his chin against Molly's head. "I'll deal with you later."
Kyle heard this and glanced back. Robert didn't see it, but Molly did. In that glance, there was a heart shattered, like a burning heart being pressed into a deep pool, sealed with ice.
Instantly, Molly's heart trembled, her whole body cold and stiff, a change Robert also felt. He turned Molly's face to look at him, his lips curling. "What are you thinking?"
The elevator door closed completely.
Molly snapped back to reality, staring at Robert, her lips curling up. "Thinking about how to kill you."
Robert seemed pleased, putting her down against the elevator wall, his long leg pressing against her slightly. "You can kill me now."
Molly leaned against the wall, staring into his eyes. "It's boring, Robert, to see you die an easy death."
A sinister smile appeared in Robert's eyes. "Then what do you want?"
Molly lowered her head, smiling silently. 'Don't you have no respect for the law? Then let the law get you.'
Robert raised his hand to pinch her chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Molly, what are you plotting?"
Molly's lips curled with mockery and disdain. "Are you scared?"
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