Chapter 362 You Still Have Feelings for Me
Robert's voice was low, but she could hear the anger bubbling up.
He yanked hard, pulling Molly into his possessive grip.
"No way!" he shouted.
His skin was burning hot, way hotter than Molly's drug-induced fever, like he was on fire, melting into her.
Robert's body was stiff and mechanical, with a distant yet familiar feeling.
He couldn't bear the pain from five years ago again. Molly had to survive.
Molly tried to speak, but her face was pressed against his wet chest. She struggled, but Robert's other hand held her back firmly, making her chest ache with panic.
Robert's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, calling out, "Molly!"
"Don't die. Punish me some other way," he said, his voice trembling with fear.
His eyes were moist with tears, hidden by the water on his face.
Molly couldn't see his expression but felt his body trembling with fear. But why?
Her head was spinning, and she thought she must be wrong. How could a guy like Robert be scared? She felt suffocated.
While she was suffering from the effect of the philter, the warmth in Robert's arms stirred a longing in her heart.
She managed a faint groan from the deep of her throat.
Finally, Robert snapped out of it and let go of her head.
"Kill yourself if you want. I'll outlast you," Molly scolded, shaking off his arms. "Don't touch me!"
She checked her earpiece. Luckily, it hadn't fallen into the water.
Her body was burning up, and in front of her was a mix of scorching heat and comforting coolness.
Trying to keep her voice steady, she said coldly, "Move."
Robert grabbed her again, his lips moving, "Remember what you said."
Molly looked at him helplessly, the drug making her irritable. "Get lost!"
Robert didn't get angry. In the night, his sharp features and deep eyes stood out.
His face was pale as he said, "If I die, live well."
For a moment, Molly saw complex emotions in his eyes—reluctance, unwillingness, and sadness.
She shook her head, thinking the drug was messing with her mind.
How could a cold-blooded guy like Robert have such emotions?
Molly forced a smile. "Don't worry. When you die, I'll celebrate and move on."
Robert's eyes were deep, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.
Ignoring her resistance, he hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Molly panicked, hitting his back with her fists. "Put me down! Put me down!"
Robert didn't seem to hear, walking through the pool like it was nothing.
Molly's eyelids felt heavy, her whole body like lead. Struggling was pointless, so she just lay on his shoulder to save her strength.
Taking her stillness as obedience, for a moment, Robert felt a flicker of joy.
Max, who had been kicked into the pool, was just pulling himself up with the lifeguard pole, panting like a dog.
A strong force had knocked him in, and he still couldn't figure out how it happened.
He saw Robert carrying Molly out of the pool and wondered when Robert had become so heroic.
Max's eyes rolled as he plotted to take Molly away.
He figured that with his current ties to the Mitchell family, Robert wouldn't treat him the same as before.
Max cursed Robert in his mind but put on a flattering smile, pointing at Molly. "Mr. Perot, remember this slut? She's the barmaid you brought to us before!"
Robert's face darkened, looking furious.
Max was both smart and incredibly stupid. He thought Robert had hit him back then just because he was in a bad mood and happened to be with Molly.
Now, afraid Robert would take Molly away, he brought up the past to slander her and get that damned evidence back to destroy it.
"Mr. Perot, this slut tried to seduce me, and when she failed, she accused me of trying to rape her," Max said.
He didn't notice Robert's face getting uglier, pointing at the money and his belongings in the pool to make up a story. "Look, that's all she stole. Hand this slut over to me. I'll take care of her."
Robert's eyes were dark, his voice icy. "You said she seduced you?"
"Yeah, that's her job, isn't it?" Max sneered, recalling, "Remember when you brought her to us to drink, how proactive she was? Her chest was almost in my face."
Max's eyes were lewd, looking at Molly's long, straight legs. Admittedly, Molly's body was really attractive.
The thought of his failed plan to have fun with her but ending up beaten made Max furious. "This woman loves to screw around, and now she dares to cross me..."
"Max," Robert suddenly called coldly.
Max put on a flattering face. "Mr. Perot, what is it?"
Robert glanced at the pool, speaking slowly. "Jump in."
Max was stunned, then smiled. "Mr. Perot, you really know how to joke..."
Before he could finish, Robert kicked him into the pool.
This kick was even harder than the last, aimed directly at Max's face.
Robert was terrifyingly strong, holding Molly with one arm like it was nothing, standing straight.
He looked down, his face cold. "Do you like this joke?"
Max was dazed from the kick, flailing his limbs, splashing water everywhere.
He shouted, "Help me..."
Robert looked at the pathetic Max in the water, coldly saying, "Wash your filthy mouth. If I hear it open again..."
Robert's lips curled slightly, as if smiling, but his words were full of menace. "I'll cut off your useless tongue."
With that, Robert turned and left, ignoring Max's desperate cries for help behind him.
Molly was too uncomfortable to speak, her legs writhing like a centipede.
Her mind was clear one moment and foggy the next, but she still remembered Max calling her a barmaid.
In others' eyes, she was a barmaid back then. And thanks to whom? Robert, the man holding her now.
To control her legs, Robert locked them in his arms, switching to a princess carry.
With a point of leverage, Molly bit down on his chest, clenching her teeth until she tasted blood, then slowly let go.
Robert seemed unfazed, calmly asking, "Enough?"
Molly's whole body was flushed, clearly showing what she was suffering from.
Gritting her teeth to control her trembling, Molly said, "Put me down!"
Robert didn't respond but covered her with his jacket.
Molly's clothes were soaked, including her underwear, sticking uncomfortably to her skin. She struggled madly, hitting and kicking him.
"Put me down. Put me down." Everything she had done to bring down Max couldn't be in vain.
Seeing her extreme restlessness, Robert paused and then reassured her, "I'll have Zack tie up the loose ends. Max will be punished."
Molly breathed a sigh of relief. With Robert dealing with Max, it might be more effective.
Max's wife's sister was married to the brother of the president of the Mitchell Group, connecting him to the Mitchell family.
The Mitchell and Perot families had deep business ties.
Now, Robert dealing with Max without warning would be a slap in the face to the Mitchell family.
This would undoubtedly create a rift in the solid cooperation between the Mitchell and Perot families.
After the relief, a stronger need surged, the restless itch in her heart almost drowning Molly.
Robert's strong arms carried her to the car without hesitation as he instructed the driver to raise the partition and head to the hospital.
In a daze, Molly didn't hear that the car was heading to the hospital.
Her red eyes glared at Robert, her voice raspy. "What are you trying to do?"
She looked at Robert with disgust. "Robert, if you dare touch me, I'll kill you!"
Her words were filled with hatred; she had nothing but hate for him.
Robert's hands slowly clenched into fists, his gaze shifting from tense to deep, making it hard to read.
"Kill me?" He suddenly laughed, lifting Molly's chin, speaking slowly: "It doesn't sound too bad to be killed by you."
Robert was dressed elegantly today, but his words carried a ruthless edge, the madness beneath his exterior unmistakable.
His hands moved from Molly's jawline down, pressing the soft flesh of her neck, his actions both erotic and depraved.
Molly's body was now as sensitive as water, a light touch making her ripple with a moan.
Robert's lips curled as if mocking her for saying one thing and feeling another.
His clean, beautiful fingers continued to move down her neck, tracing the shape of her collarbone, his thin lips pressing together.
"Do you want to undress yourself, or use my help?"
Molly's eyes reddened with anger at his shamelessness, her long lashes trembling. She wished she could bite him to death.
Her clenched hands trembled lightly. The strength difference between men and women was already unfair, and now her whole body was weak. She couldn't even struggle, let alone bite him to death.
Robert's eyes were deep, full of aggression.
That look, Molly was all too familiar with, like a reappearing nightmare. She knew he wanted to have sex with her.
"Not uncomfortable?" Seeing her silent, Robert asked, his fingers not stopping. He slightly bent to unbutton her shirt.
The wet and sticky clothes would get her a cold.
Molly understood this and felt uncomfortable with the wet clothes clinging to her body, but she dreaded what would happen if she was naked even more.
Molly bit her lip hard, the taste of blood stimulating her. She suddenly reached out to grab him there. In the limited space of the car, kicking was impossible, so this was her only option.
But the drug was strong, and she couldn't be faster than a clear-headed Robert. He firmly grasped her hand, his eyes deepening for a second, smiling coldly.
"What do you want?" Molly struggled twice, but it was futile.
Robert's large hands were like a vice, firmly holding her wrists mid-air as her hands outstretched to his groin.
"Molly," Robert pressed his head heavily against her forehead while controlling her hands below.
His breathing was heavy, his words drawn out, as he found her provocation unbearable. "I didn't intend to do anything to you, but if you want to, I won't reject."
Molly was furious. "Robert, you bastard."
He would go crazy at any time, anywhere.
Her hands were controlled, and she cursed angrily, "You bastard, taking advantage of me."
"That's right. I like being a bastard." Robert's thin lips curled, his voice deep and hoarse. "After all, there are so many benefits to being a bastard."
In the narrow car, the two silently wrestled.
Molly's forehead was covered in sweat, her eyes bloodshot.
Suddenly, Robert lowered his head, his noble face twisted. Both mad and ruthless, he kissed down hard on Molly's flushed neck.
Molly's drugged body shuddered at the sudden sucking stimulation.
Then she heard Robert's hoarse and puzzled voice in her ear, warm and moist.
"Feeling good so easily?" Robert lifted her chin, his eyes meaningful. "See, you still have feelings for me."
A single bite could stimulate her, her hands sticky. Molly was utterly disgusted.
She bit her lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth. She said with extreme disgust, "You know what's happening to me!"
She was drugged. The fact that a single suck could make her feel good was something she hated and couldn't accept.
That was because the man in front of her was Robert, the devil she hated to the core.
Overwhelmed with grief and anger, Molly bit her lip, slapping him hard.
Robert didn't dodge, taking the slap head-on.
With half his face red, he stared at the hickey on Molly's neck, exhaling a satisfied breath, saying, "That felt good."
"Is that enough? Do you want to have sex?" he shamelessly asked.
Molly used all her strength to headbutt him, feeling dizzy.
Before passing out, she saw Robert's nose bleeding, staining his white shirt, making him look even more like a demonic fiend.
Molly's eyes were bloodshot. "Robert, if you dare touch me, I'll emasculate you."
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