Chapter 402 Don't Know Her
Since the last time they split at the hospital, Molly hadn't seen Robert in what felt like forever.
She figured Robert wouldn't just throw in the towel, but to her shock, he really hadn't come looking for her.
Could he be that easily ticked off? Man, that'd be super lame, like, beyond boring.
She still needed him around; she couldn't let Robert lose interest in her that fast.
A sly smile crept onto Molly's face as she murmured, "I'm heading home."
Robert shot her a grin, "If you don't want me to come down and haul you up, get in the car yourself."
Robert had this little dimple on the left side of his mouth that only popped up when he smiled.
Molly felt a bit lost in thought, remembering how she used to love watching him smile.
That dimple made him look kinda shy but super handsome.
Now, though, that dimple, once a sign of shyness, had a bit of a wicked edge to it.
His smile, under Robert's good looks, hid a dangerous vibe.
Seeing her staring at him all spaced out, Robert chuckled, "Staring at me like that, did you miss me after a few days?"
Molly felt totally grossed out.
Her face turned icy as she reached for the door handle of her Maserati. Before she could grab it, she felt a strong yank on her back.
Robert had already hopped out of the car, grabbing her by the neck, his handsome face cold as he said, "If you don't get in the car, I'll take it as you want me to carry you in?"
Molly thought to herself, 'What a shameless jerk!'
She frowned and snapped, "Where are we going?"
Robert seemed to be in a good mood, raising an eyebrow as he said, "Come with me for a late-night snack."
Molly was about to snap back when her phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the number, her eyes darkened. She slapped Robert's hand away and said, "Let me take this call first."
Maybe it was because her actions were so natural and close. Robert's eyes deepened, and he actually let her go.
Molly took a few steps forward and answered the call by the flower bed, "Mr. Brooks?"
"Molly, can you send the materials for the benchmarking case to my phone now?" A male voice came through.
Molly apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Brooks, I'm outside. I'll send it to you when I get back."
After hanging up, Molly thought of Robert's ruthless handling of Vertex Holdings Group's Bethany last time.
It was his cutthroat methods that let her snag the Mitchell family's project.
Her next goal was to win over the right-hand man of the president of the Mitchell Group.
But to get the trust of the president's right-hand man, she still needed to keep Robert in the dark.
Molly turned around and saw Robert looking at her again. Without any expression, she opened the car door and got in.
"After tonight, you leave me alone, right? Then hurry up, I need to get some sleep."
Seeing her rare compliance, Robert's lips curved slightly. He rested his elbow on the car window but didn't start the car.
"Are we going or not?" Molly asked.
Robert looked at her, his eyes slightly cold, "You expect me to drive while you sit back there?"
Molly looked at him and, for once, moved from the back seat to the front with a good temper.
Robert took out a cigarette and habitually reached to light it up, but seeing Molly beside him, he put it down.
At that moment, he got a call from his assistant. After a few words, Robert's expression stayed indifferent as he said, "Okay."
Then, he started the car.
He asked casually, "Done with your job?"
Molly was startled but had expected him to know. She replied openly, "Yeah, traveling all the time is too tiring. I'm working at a cousin's small company recently."
"Your cousin's in the energy biz?" Robert glanced at her sideways, all casual-like. "Kinda like what your family used to do."
Molly's heart was pounding like crazy, and she clenched her hands tight, trying to keep it together.
Then, she put on a wounded look, lowered her voice, and said, "Yeah, it's the only thing I know how to do."
Robert heard this and didn't push further, his lips curving slightly as he said, "I'll take you to get some oatmeal porridge. There's a spot that makes it really well."
Molly didn't know if it was her imagination, but Robert's last few words seemed deliberately slowed down.
And that occasional smile on his face? It put her on edge.
Molly told herself to stop being paranoid and closed her eyes slightly.
Robert adjusted the rearview mirror, glanced at her, and his smile turned cold and deep.
Soon, the black sports car pulled up at a fancy restaurant.
Robert got out and, without a word, grabbed Molly's hand and walked inside.
Molly felt super uncomfortable. Even though she needed to use him, which meant being close to him, his touch made her feel like her skin was tainted. She wanted to cut where he had touched off.
She realized that even using him was a tough pill to swallow.
Molly tried to shake off his grip, but Robert was so strong he pulled her close to his chest.
Robert's voice was cold, like he was gritting his teeth in warning, "One more move, and I'll carry you inside with everyone watching."
Molly immediately behaved, as that was even more unbearable than holding hands.
The two walked into the restaurant hand in hand, looking like a couple in love if the passersby didn't look too closely.
But their faces told a different story. One was deep in thought while the other seemed rather reluctant.
After they stumbled in, Robert didn't choose a private room but sat in the main hall. He told the waiter, "One serving of oatmeal porridge."
Molly's eyes flickered slightly.
The first meal she ever made for Robert was oatmeal porridge.
Back in college, she would bring him dinner every night. But oatmeal porridge was the only thing she knew how to cook. So, Robert had her oatmeal porridge for dinner throughout his college years.
Later, after Robert disappeared, Molly missed him so much that she made oatmeal porridge for herself every day.
After a week of oatmeal for every meal, she threw up.
She couldn't imagine how Robert managed to have it for three months like it was some kind of delicacy.
These little moments of romance during their relationship now seemed incredibly ironic.
Molly didn't get what Robert was up to tonight!
When the oatmeal porridge was served, Molly felt like throwing up before even lifting her spoon.
She looked up, trying to find a trash can, and saw a man and a woman walking in, which instantly stunned her.
Under the lights, the man had one hand in his pocket, wearing a white shirt and black pants, his expression cold and handsome.
She hadn't seen Kyle for days.
But at this moment, Molly had only one thought in her mind. 'This cold-looking young man, is he really Kyle?'
But when the light hit his handsome features, his eyes were as clear as ever.
If it wasn't Kyle, who else could it be?
Molly lowered her head slightly, and that expression fell into Robert's eyes, making his gaze even colder.
The young girl beside Kyle suddenly stepped forward, happily greeting Robert, "Robert."
Robert half-raised his eyes, responding with a faint "Hmm."
Lydia Perot looked up at Kyle to introduce him, but found Kyle's clear eyes locked on Molly across from Robert.
Lydia curiously asked, "Kyle, do you know her?"
Kyle withdrew his gaze, his voice cold as he said, "Nope."
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