Chapter 364 My Love for You Is Enough
"Kyle?" Molly blinked, totally caught off guard seeing him by her bed in the dead of night. They hadn't crossed paths or even texted since that last hotel meet-up.
"Yeah," Kyle replied, his face a blank slate.
With a smooth move, he adjusted her pillow, making sure she was comfy.
Molly felt a gentle touch on her palm, and her hand slipped into Kyle's.
She peeked over; Kyle was unwrapping her bandages and slathering on some ointment for her burn.
The burn wasn't too bad. The doc had said to put on the ointment five times in 24 hours, and she'd be good. But she had dozed off and totally spaced on it.
Kyle had his sleeves rolled up, showing off a bit of his lean, muscular arm. Probably from hitting the gym regularly, his forearm muscles were slightly flexed, looking pretty hot.
He didn't care about the sticky ointment and was massaging Molly's hand like a pro to help it soak in.
Molly watched Kyle's long fingers, moving gently, and suddenly, a mix of warmth and sadness hit her hard.
She looked away from their hands and stared at the IV pole by the bed, asking, "How'd you know I was here?"
Kyle said, "A former colleague tipped me off."
Seeing Molly's puzzled look, he added, "I asked my old colleagues to let me know if anyone named Molly showed up, just in case you needed me and couldn't reach out."
Molly felt a swirl of emotions she couldn't pin down, her eyes filling with more sadness than warmth.
Kyle was always like this, straight-up and reliable.
It seemed like his world only had Taylor and her in it.
Molly's hand was already wrapped in breathable bandages, but Kyle didn't let go.
Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and said, "I'm good. You can head back to the hotel."
"Sleep. I won't bug you," Kyle insisted.
Molly wasn't clueless; she knew Kyle had feelings for her, but she didn't see it as love.
She figured Kyle's feelings were probably because she had once been a big deal in his life. Plus, with Harrison's backing, he felt grateful.
Most of what Kyle did was out of gratitude, and she couldn't just take it; it wasn't fair to Kyle.
So after that hotel time, they hadn't talked, and Molly actually felt relieved. She didn't deserve his kindness.
If Kyle could see this clearly, it wouldn't be a bad thing, but it was obvious now that he hadn't.
Molly shut her eyes and said harshly, "Kyle, I don't need you."
Kyle's body tensed for a second but then relaxed. "Yeah, I know. It's me who needs you."
There was a clear sadness in his voice.
Molly felt a heavy pain in her heart, like a rock pressing down, making it hard to breathe. The suffocation made her hands tremble.
She quickly tucked her hand under the blanket, hesitated for a few seconds, then bit the bullet and said, "Kyle, don't you get it? When I say I don't need you, I mean I don't need you in my life."
The room felt like it hit a deep freeze.
Kyle was stunned for a bit, and when he finally snapped out of it, he asked, "Molly, did I mess up?"
He started replaying every little thing he'd done since he walked in, second-guessing himself.
Was it 'cause he asked his colleagues for help?
"I'm sorry for being so pushy to find you, but I was really worried. You don't have family in Northfield, and I was scared something might happen, and no one would know."
Kyle's serious tone only made Molly's heart ache more, the pain so intense it felt like nothing could ease it.
Molly gritted her teeth and said, "That's not it. It's just that I'm not used to having a guy in my life anymore. I hate your concern, and sometimes, your presence even bugs me."
The hardest part was saying the first hurtful words; it only got easier from there.
Molly bit her lip and said, "And about Taylor, let the nanny handle him from now on. He needs to get used to it. Finding a heart donor won't happen overnight, and you have your own stuff to deal with, so I won't bother you anymore."
When Taylor was born, Molly had hired a local nursing woman to help take care of him.
It wasn't until he was one that Molly decisively left Taylor's life, leaving him entirely with a trustworthy nanny.
During that time, Kyle was always around, as he was pursuing further studies at school.
Later, when Taylor suddenly got sick, Kyle suggested that Taylor live with him for easier care.
Since then, Taylor had relied on Kyle, living with the nanny and Kyle until now.
"Taylor has never been a burden to me," Kyle suddenly spoke, his voice not low, sounding a bit angry, but he quickly swallowed his anger and said humbly, "Molly, I'll change everything you just mentioned. If you find me annoying, I'll try to see you less..."
"Enough." Molly's eyes were red, her hands shaking violently under the blanket as she feared the next second tears would fall. "Just pretend you never met me."
"Kyle, we were never meant to be in the same world." These words created an invisible wall, and Kyle was hit hard. He seemed unable to understand Molly anymore. He remembered the way she looked at Taylor, gentle as moonlight, but why was she so cruel to him?
"Is it because of him?" Kyle asked, his gaze fixed on Molly's lips and neck. The hickeys were so obvious that he knew exactly what they meant, even if he wanted to lie to himself.
Molly saw his gaze and felt a wave of shame. She raised her hand, trying to cover her neck with her hair.
It felt like she’d done something wrong, and for a moment, she almost spilled the beans about what had happened.
Molly didn’t even know what she was thinking. As she got lost in her thoughts, her hand suddenly froze.
Then, she let the hickey stay exposed under Kyle’s clear gaze. "It’s got nothing to do with him. I just don’t like you. Stop wasting your time." Molly said this without daring to look into Kyle’s eyes.
She shut her eyes, holding back all her emotions, ears pricked, waiting for Kyle’s departing footsteps.
Kyle was talented, proud, and aloof. As long as she shattered this thin layer of pretense, he’d never bother her again.
Finally, she heard the door close. When she opened her eyes again, the room was empty.
In an instant, Molly felt like all her strength had been drained, her heart hollowed out, empty and cold.
She had deliberately said those things to make Kyle think she was looking down on him. In reality, compared to him, she was the one who was unworthy.
Kyle would have a better future without her. He’d have a brighter life. He shouldn’t be stuck in this small town, bearing her burdens.
Robert was a madman. If he knew what she was planning, he’d never let her go.
Molly wouldn’t drag anyone else down with her. She had nothing to get used to; she was always meant to be alone, to bear everything alone, to live alone, and to die alone.
Molly tried to comfort herself, but her heart still ached, wave after wave, and no amount of pounding could relieve it.
Suddenly, the door opened again.
Molly opened her eyes and saw Kyle holding a kettle.
He walked to the bedside with a calm expression, poured some water, and handed it to her, saying, "I let it cool outside. It’s warm now."
Molly looked at the cup for two seconds, and a thin layer of mist formed in her eyes. Just when she thought she’d always be alone, Kyle came back.
Her eyes filled with tears she could barely hold back. She took the cup to cover her emotions and took a gulp. She drank so quickly she choked.
This explained why her tears were now flowing uncontrollably, dripping onto the blanket and leaving little spots.
Kyle’s heart sank. He hurriedly took the cup and patted her back, his voice gentle as he asked, "Is it too hot?"
It shouldn’t be. He had put it in a refrigerator just to prevent Molly from burning her tongue.
Molly shook her head, about to speak when an untimely hiccup interrupted her, one after another, unstoppable.
Just as she was feeling frustrated and didn’t know what to do, Kyle’s handsome face suddenly appeared very close to hers, too close actually.
Molly then noticed that Kyle’s lips were very attractive, moist and red. He was already very close, and he was still inching closer.
Suddenly, Molly’s heart pounded like a drum.
Kyle's posture seemed like he was about to kiss her. Molly panicked and was about to turn her head away when she felt a gentle breeze on her cheek.
Kyle blew on her eyes, softly and tenderly.
He said, "It won't hurt with a blow."
These words made Molly's eyes well up even more, tears about to fall.
When she was very young, Harrison had said the same words.
"Molly, it won't hurt with a blow."
Now, the man who had once said those words with such affection would never say them to her again.
That overwhelming sadness spilled from Molly's eyes uncontrollably.
Kyle tightened his grip on Molly's arm, and then pulled her into a strong embrace.
Molly's first reaction was to pull away, but she heard him say in her ear, "No."
Molly's body stiffened, and she trembled as she asked, "What?"
"I'm not wasting my time." Kyle said, "I'm very sure I like you. If you think it's not possible now, I can wait, but I will never leave you."
If Molly hadn't made that gesture to cover the hickey, Kyle might have left, heartbroken and disappointed.
But that subconscious action couldn't lie; she still cared and didn't want him to see those marks. Her words and actions were contradictory, and he wouldn't fall for it.
At that moment, Molly was terrified. Because of Kyle's passionate confession, she felt an unprecedented fear.
She didn't deserve the light in Kyle's eyes.
Molly heard her own numb and mechanical voice saying, "I don't like you. I've already said that."
"It doesn't matter. It's enough that I love you." Kyle's voice was clear, pure, and determined.
Molly's eyes filled with tears, which were streaming down uncontrollably.
Her broken heart couldn't bear the weight of this profound love.
She sobbed, "Kyle, are you stupid? You can't love me."
Molly wanted to say more, but when she looked up and met Kyle's serious and affectionate gaze, she couldn't.
She couldn't bring herself to hurt him any further.
Late at night.
In the hospital corridor.
Kyle stood by the window, looking at the deep night, his eyes cold.
After a long silence, he spoke into his phone, "I'm coming back."
After hanging up, Kyle returned to the ward, sat by the bed, and stared at Molly without blinking.
Molly's eyelashes were wet while she was trembling with two teardrops hanging on them. He didn't know what she was dreaming about.
He held her hand, pulled the blanket up, and in a barely audible voice, said, "Molly, I won't let you be alone."
The bright moonlight poured in, illuminating Kyle's clean and clear features.
Kyle finally understood the saying: The heart that has truly loved never forgets, but as truly loves on to the close.
In the deep, silent corridor, a thermos was thrown into the trash can, spilling milky white soup that was still steaming.
Facing away from the ward, Robert stood still, his eyes darkened inch by inch, like a fierce beast.
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