Chapter 363 I'll Make You Remember Me for a Lifetime
At the hospital, Molly got an antidote shot and was more sober now.
The police came for a statement. After taking it, they submitted the doctor's injury report for Molly.
It read: [Some hallucinogenic substance left in the stomach.]
Molly's eyes scanned until she saw "no sexual assault," and finally, she relaxed.
Her body was fine apart from the drug, but she still needed 24 hours of observation.
Once everyone left, Molly struggled to the bathroom. The pale face in the mirror scared her.
Especially the glaring purplish-red hickey on her neck.
She turned on the hot water, grabbed a towel, and tried to wipe it off, but it only made it worse.
Seeing the hickey, Molly felt like a deflated balloon. Emotions flooded out.
Her hand trembled as she threw the towel at the mirror. Hot water splashed on her face, making her eyes sting.
Staring at the steaming water, she reached her hand into it. Her palm turned red from the heat.
She seemed numb, watching her hand get scalded.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Robert appeared.
Molly, like a broken puppet, didn't pull her hand back. Robert's face turned grim. He rushed in, grabbed her hand, and shouted, "Are you crazy?"
His touch ignited Molly's anger.
She tried to shake him off but was too weak and hit the sink.
Robert frowned, concerned, and moved closer to check on her.
Before he could touch her, Molly, like a wary cat, coldly said, "Get away!"
Ignoring him, she turned the hot water back on to rinse her hand.
Robert's eyes turned cold. He grabbed her hand, turned the water to cold, and pressed her hand in the sink.
Molly looked at Robert's tense jawline and gritted her teeth, saying, "Robert, can't you see? Because it touched you, I feel my right hand is dirty!"
"Dirty?" Robert finally snapped. He pulled her into his arms and forced her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"Look, is it clear enough? You're in my arms now, and I changed your clothes. Dirty?" His eyes were dark and fierce. "Do you want to kill me or yourself?"
Molly's eyes were bloodshot. She was tightly restrained, unable to move.
Her body was covered in goosebumps. Disgusted by Robert's breath, she reached her peak of anger.
She turned and bit hard on Robert's arm, the sound of teeth piercing flesh clear.
Robert didn't move, letting her bite until she was exhausted.
Blood stained his shirt, making him look fiercer.
Suppressing his anger, he coldly mocked, "Why do you love wasting your energy so much?"
Molly's hospital gown clung to her body, showing her delicate curves. Her pale face added to her fragile beauty.
Her shoulders trembled violently, "Robert, you pervert, lunatic, get out. Leave me alone, okay?"
Robert looked at her collapsing expression, feeling a surge of anger with nowhere to vent.
He laughed angrily and spoke deeply, "Do you remember the first time we made love? You always thought you met me first and then pursued me, right? You're wrong. I knew you first. In freshman year, during an elective class, you and your then-boyfriend sat next to me. When you two were making out, I glanced at you. At that moment, I wanted to pin you down and have sex with you."
Molly clenched her teeth, listening to Robert tell a story he had never told before.
"Did your boyfriend break up with you out of nowhere? That's because I paid his dad $200,000 to take him out of Northfield. Later, I became the student council president just to get your attention." Robert's lips curved slightly as he wiped Molly's wet eyelashes with his thumb. "You’re right to call me a lunatic. The side I showed you at the beginning was all an act. I'm a control freak. I lured you in to control you. It was all part of my plan."
But then, things went sideways. The Perot family fell, and misunderstandings drove Robert mad.
From start to finish, Robert never stopped loving Molly, but he was blinded by hatred.
Now, both wounded and beyond repair, it didn't matter. He would never let go of the woman he wanted, no matter the cost.
Molly's heavy eyelashes fluttered, finding it all ridiculous.
She laughed angrily, "Robert, I can already see you dying a miserable death."
The air was deathly silent, as if neither of them had a heartbeat.
Robert stared at her lips, his eyes growing fiercer.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her waist, lifted her onto the sink, and kissed her.
The intense violation hit Molly, and she used all her strength to push him away.
The kiss turned sour, the atmosphere bloody.
One restrained, the other resisted, making it like a fight.
She refused to open her mouth, so Robert bit her lips until they bled.
Blood mingled between their lips, turning the kiss into a bloody entanglement.
Finally, Molly couldn't hold back, and a salty tear fell, scalding Robert's lips.
Robert paused, suppressing his desire, and let her go.
The moment he released her, Molly slapped him hard, the sound crisp and heavy.
Her palm felt numb from the slap.
Blood stained the corner of Robert's mouth, his eyes tinged with red.
He licked away the blood, his eyes dangerously staring at Molly.
Suddenly, he lowered his head, kissing the trail of her tear.
Molly didn't expect him to kiss her again. Her eyes brightened, and she raised her hand, but Robert blocked it.
His face still swollen, he smirked, "One kiss for each slap. When I’ve collected ten slaps," he guided her hand to the hickey on his collarbone, "I’ll sleep with you."
Molly's pupils dilated before she calmed down.
When anger peaked, her body compressed the excessive emotions.
To his words, Molly felt showing any emotion was a waste.
She closed her eyes, her tone empty, "Robert, people die every minute. Why aren't you one of them?"
Robert laughed silently, staring at her, "Mark my words. You're always mine. Even if I die, you'll remember me forever."
He carried her back to bed and went to get burn ointment.
While applying it, he coldly said, "Do you think doing something this stupid will make me soften and let go?"
Their relationship was beyond repair, so he'd use any means to keep her.
Molly was too exhausted to speak.
She stared blankly out the window, her voice flat, "I'm tired. Can you leave?"
Robert's fingers paused as he stared at her face. In the end, he said nothing and left.
Molly's tension eased, and she fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt parched and restless.
Suddenly, she felt someone supporting her back, placing a pillow underneath, and giving her water. Her throat felt clear and comfortable.
Someone gently wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, their movements light.
Still drowsy, she struggled to open her eyes, and the man's face slowly came into focus.
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