Chapter 443 Can We Give It a Try?
Molly took a deep breath, feeling the urge to strangle him, grabbed the towel, and moved behind him to wrap it around him. Her fingers accidentally brushed against Robert's skin, and she could feel his muscle tense up, hot like a furnace.
After wrapping him up, she said in an especially pleasant tone, "Please."
Robert glanced at her, stepped onto the non-slip mat, and walked in. As soon as he got in, it felt like needles pricking his skin.
Molly pressed down on his shoulder and said eagerly, "You can start your bath now. The doctor said hot water is good for your body."
Robert's brows furrowed tightly as he pondered, 'Hot water is good for the body? This water is more than just hot.'
Seeing his expression almost smoking, Molly finally felt a sense of accomplishment. In a calm tone, she asked, "What? Mr. Perot, don't you like what you feel?"
Molly was too good at counterattacks. This sentence left Robert speechless.
She didn't add any cold water because Robert was still recovering. If he soaked in cold water and his condition worsened, she would still have to take care of him, which would upset the apple cart.
But his requirement to bathe him made her feel resentful, so she decided to use hot water to scald him. It wouldn't harm him but make him uncomfortable. The large tub dissipated heat quickly, and with the time they spent talking, the water was cooling down.
Robert was quite tough. His whole body turned red from the heat, yet he didn't make a sound.
"Of course. You prepared it yourself, how could I not like it?" His tone was calm, but the new flesh on his wounds itched intensely in the hot water, urging him to scratch and tear it.
Without much thought, he extended his long arms and pulled the onlooking Molly into the tub.
"Ah!" Molly exclaimed, and water splashed everywhere.
"Robert, you bastard!" Molly shouted angrily, completely soaked.
The water was hot but had cooled down enough to be bearable. She struggled to her feet but was pulled back onto Robert's lap, held from behind in an especially intimate and provocative position.
Molly was trembling with anger, gripping the edge of the tub, and struggling to climb out. Robert tightened his arms. His hands covered her bosom, and he whispered in her ear, "Weren't you going to bathe me? Please me, and I promise not to be a bastard!"
Molly stiffened from his deliberate groping, and after a while, she managed to curse him, "Pervert!"
Robert, satisfied with what he had in his grasp, chuckled lowly, "I'll be whatever you want me to be. Pervert it is then."
Molly was choked with anger. His touch made her feel like countless snakes were crawling over her body.
With the steam rising, her nightgown clung to her, revealing her delicate curves, which were especially enticing to Robert. Instantly, Robert felt a reaction in his groin that he couldn't suppress.
Molly frowned even more tightly, angrily saying, "Robert, you're shameless. Let me out!"
Robert didn't let go. Although he couldn't have her now, just smelling her was satisfying.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Bathe me. I said I wouldn't touch you, and I won't."
Molly was extremely angry. She couldn't hurt him like last time. Not to mention whether she could endure Robert's punishment, if he became wary, she wouldn't be able to do anything.
With no other choice, Molly picked up the towel and said reluctantly, "Fine, I'll bathe you."
Robert, satisfied, let go, propping his arms on the edge of the tub, floating and enjoying Molly's service.
When Molly washed his hair, she had to face Robert directly since he was leaning against the wall and she couldn't get behind him. Fortunately, Robert knew to close his eyes, making it at least a bit less annoying.
Robert's face was as handsome as ever, with cold, sharp features that were genuinely good-looking. But what use was that good looks? Human nature was inherently evil, and Robert exemplified this perfectly. He selfishly imposed his dark thoughts on others. If she obeyed, he would treat her like a pet. If she didn't, he would lock her in a cage and torment her until she did.
Three years abroad had stripped away any remaining humanity in him. Now, this body was just a shell, possesed by a devil.
Molly had been washing his hair for too long, and Robert suddenly opened his eyes. As he did, their gazes met, and Robert saw the undisguised hatred in Molly's eyes, the kind that wished to flay him alive.
Indeed, this was the real her, without any pretense. She hated him, completely and utterly, without a shred of hesitation. Robert took in her anger, chuckled lowly, and with a wickedly handsome smile, said, "That look on your face, are you thinking about how to kill me?"
Having been caught, Molly didn't bother to hide it. After all, Robert had known she hated him for a long time. Molly coldly mocked, "Or what? Do you think this look means I love you?"
Robert's fingers touched her chin, locking it slightly, as he said, "Always so disobedient. Tell me, how should I punish you?"
Molly shook off his grip and sneered, "Robert, don't expect me to listen to a bastard like you. Not in this lifetime."
Robert grabbed her hand, pulling her close with the help of the water's buoyancy. His voice was dark and soft as he said, "Molly, don't provoke me."
Molly was furious at his insolence and said, "What are you doing?"
"Relieving myself," Robert said bluntly.
He wasn't here just to bathe today. A man with such strong desires, having gone without sex for years, needed some relief.
The water in the tub was hot, but Robert's body temperature was even hotter, scorching.
Molly was shocked by his shamelessness. But more than that, she was disgusted.
He restrained her hands, his voice hoarse as he said, "Don't move. I won't go in."
Robert kept his word and didn't, just dry humping her in the water. But in the end, unable to control himself, he bit her neck.
He kissed her hair from behind, sighing softly, "Molly, let's stop fighting, okay? You don't have to love me, just let me love you. I'll spoil you. Can we give it a try?"
Molly was so shocked and amused by his words that she couldn't speak for a moment.
Robert, thinking she was softening, continued in a gentle tone, "I'll make you feel it. I'll love you as unreservedly as you loved me at the beginning, Molly. We have the rest of our lives, we can take it slow."
Robert, uncharacteristically, spoke gently to comfort her. But the more Molly listened, the more ridiculous it sounded.
How dare Robert say such things after hurting her so deeply, after trampling on her dignity and humanity, after scheming to kill her family! How dare he!
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