Chapter 416 Don't Hate Me
"Robert, you jerk!" Molly spat, her teeth clenched. "If you think I won't break it, just try me."
Robert couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.
He held her down, chuckling, "I'm not scared, but you might miss your shot at payback. Wouldn't that be a shame?"
Molly's skin crawled.
Robert was a total nutcase!
"You jerk!" Molly cursed, her arms rigid.
Robert didn't care, his breath heavy as he said, "I don't mind being a jerk for you."
After a bit, Molly's hands were finally free, her palms burning.
She shook all over, her fingers stiff and numb, her lips pale from her bite.
Without hesitation, she jabbed at his wound.
Robert winced in pain.
He was still riding the high of excitement. Her jab was a twisted mix of pain and pleasure.
"Robert, you make me sick," Molly yelled.
Robert smirked, his voice rough, "You stabbed me. Consider this a little compensation I deserve."
Molly's eyes blazed with fury. She swung to slap him, but Robert caught her wrist and guided it to his wound.
He pressed her hand down, pushing it in bit by bit, his face cold and ruthless.
"Is this enough to cool your anger?" His voice was eerily calm, but beneath it was a madness that was both destructive and suffocating.
The wound split open, blood flowing out, staining Molly's hand.
Molly gasped, "You're insane."
Robert seemed to feel no pain, pressing her hand down harder!
It was like he wanted her hand to dig into his freshly stitched wound and yank out his heart.
"You hate me, right? I'm giving you a chance to torture me!" Robert's dark eyes gleamed with a sick light, and he laughed hoarsely, "Babe, I can't be the only one feeling good here."
Molly felt nothing but fear and dread.
Robert was truly insane! The thick smell of blood made her nauseous.
Robert lowered his head, his gaze seemingly fixed on her, but his eyes were unfocused. "Molly, you can only love me."
His tone was crazed, his blood-stained right hand caressing the back of Molly's neck, his left arm wrapped around her waist.
Then he suddenly lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers, kissing her hard, sucking fiercely and intensely.
The clash of their lips made him tremble all over, smoothing out every crease in his body.
Molly felt disgusted, struggling desperately.
But Robert was overwhelmingly strong.
Her head was tilted back, her tongue numb from his forceful sucking.
Robert kissed with madness, extreme, and defiance. Just as she was about to suffocate, Robert suddenly let go, burying his head in Molly's shoulder. Only then did Molly realize how unnaturally hot his body was.
The lips against her neck were cold, the stark contrast in temperature making her skin prickle.
Robert's voice cracked with a self-deprecating laugh, "Am I dreaming? I regret it. Don't hate me, Molly."
He clung to Molly, and they both fell to the floor from the bed. His already messed-up wound got worse, blood pooling everywhere.
The door burst open.
Zack saw the bloodbath and freaked out. "Mr. Perot!"
A swarm of doctors and nurses rushed in, lifting Robert onto the bed for emergency treatment.
The heart rate monitor hooked to Robert's chest showed a nosedive.
The doctor checked his temp and said, "104 degrees Fahrenheit. High fever! Heart rate and pulse dropping. Get the defibrillator ready."
Molly slowly got up, drenched in blood.
On the bed, Robert looked so pale and fragile, it felt unreal.
At that moment, she realized Robert wasn't invincible after all.
Death doesn't play favorites.
Zack suddenly grabbed Molly by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury. "If Mr. Perot dies, you're going down with him."
Molly, terrified and shaking, clutched Zack's arm, stammering, "Zack, it wasn't me. He did it to himself."
Zack looked at Molly, and any pity he had for her five years ago was long gone.
In his heart, no one could surpass Robert.
Since Molly's return, Zack had noticed she had no lingering feelings for Robert and was always trying to kill him!
But Robert had given strict orders that no one was to touch Molly.
Molly clung to Zack's arm, trembling, almost collapsing onto him.
Zack felt even more disdain for her, thinking she had some backbone before, but now she seemed like nothing special.
He harshly pushed her away and ordered, "Lock her up."
Two men in black came up and dragged Molly away.
Molly was thrown into a dark, cold, and terrifying cell.
There was only a tiny window at the top, letting in a sliver of light.
Molly slowly raised her hand to reveal a key, sitting on the ground.
It was the key Zack kept around his neck.
When Robert was unconscious, Zack had no time to watch her, and that was when she snatched it.
She had seen Zack use this key to open the study door and then carefully put it back around his neck.
Molly thought that maybe she could find some of Robert's secrets in that study.
Now she just had to wait for a chance to get out.
Molly spent a hazy night inside.
Someone came to open the door, not Zack, but a man in black. "Ms. Koch, you can come out now." The man in black spoke respectfully.
Molly stretched her stiff legs, slowly got to her feet, and asked, "How is Mr. Perot?"
The man in black said, "Mr. Perot is out of danger."
Molly smiled, knowing death wouldn't take this devil so easily.
She then asked, "Where's Zack?"
The man in black said, "Zack is being punished by Mr. Perot, kneeling in the yard."
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