Chapter 450 You Only Know How to Bully Me
Molly stormed right up to Kyle's door and barged in without a second thought. The door wasn't even locked.
"Kyle, you..." She couldn't get the words out.
Kyle was perched on a stool, trying to patch himself up. His back was a mess of old whip marks, and there was this nasty gash running from his back down to his waist. He was struggling to reach it, so the medicine was all over the place, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.
Molly's eyes stung just looking at him.
Kyle, seeing her, quickly grabbed a shirt and threw it on, trying to stand up.
"Sit," Molly said, her voice shaky.
She stepped forward and gently pressed down on his shoulder, careful not to hurt him more. Kyle sat back down and mumbled, "It's nothing. Doesn't hurt much. Just noticed it."
"Kyle, I'm not an idiot," Molly shot back.
Kyle went quiet.
"Did this happen in the parking lot?" Molly asked.
She remembered the bodyguards had something long in their hands. At first, she thought they were whips or something. Now it seemed they were special whips with blades. That hit was meant for her, but Kyle had taken it.
Kyle didn't answer, just said, "Really, it's nothing. I can handle it."
Molly pulled his shirt open, revealing the mess underneath. Robert was right. Kyle's time with the Scott family was rough.
Suddenly, Kyle gently grabbed her hand. It felt warm.
"Don't touch it. You'll get dirty," Kyle said.
Molly looked down and saw his blood on her hand.
Kyle took a tissue and wiped her hand clean, wanting to keep her clean.
Molly's heart felt like it was in a vice, and her nose tingled. She thought she couldn't feel for anyone anymore; Robert had turned her into a cold, heartless shell in just a year. But now, her heart ached. She wanted to ask Kyle what he wanted, but she was scared the answer would be nothing.
Molly's tears fell onto Kyle's hand, and she whispered, "It's not worth it, Kyle..."
Kyle panicked. His right hand fumbled to catch her tears. "Molly," he called out.
Molly wiped her tears and forced a smile, "Turn around. I'll put the medicine on."
Kyle gently refused, "No need."
"Do it," Molly insisted.
Kyle turned around, and Molly applied iodine and a hemostatic spray, then wrapped him up with gauze. Her fingers brushed his skin, and she felt Kyle tense up, like he wasn't used to a woman's touch.
Once she was done, Kyle sighed in relief and quickly grabbed a white T-shirt to put on. But Molly held his hands and asked, "Kyle, do you want my body?"
The bedside lamp highlighted Kyle's handsome, pure features.
Molly's lips moved closer, her breath warm, and she whispered, "I'll give you my body. Do you want it?"
Molly thought she wasn't worthy of his effort. She didn't want him to be all noble and want nothing. If it was just about her body, she'd feel less guilty.
Molly knew she was selfish, but his selfless affection scared her. It reminded her too much of her old self. Too naive. She wanted him to snap out of it.
Molly's beauty was in her fierceness. Even without makeup, her allure was in her eyes. She was a knockout, especially to a guy like Kyle who'd never been with a woman. That kind of allure was deadly.
She said, "You did all this just for my body, right?"
Kyle, lost in thought, suddenly looked cold and pissed. Molly ignored the ache in her heart and pushed on, "Kyle, I can give you my body, but you gotta cut ties with me."
Kyle wasn't a kid anymore; he was a grown man who knew what he wanted. His eyes darkened as he studied Molly's face. Then, he laughed angrily.
"Alright, bring it on," he said.
Molly's heart raced. This wasn't the Kyle she knew; this was unexpected.
She forced herself to stay calm, reached out to hook his neck, and gritted her teeth. It was a game of who'd back down first.
Kyle wasn't backing down either, he was furious. He grabbed Molly's hands and pinned them against the wall, his young body full of hormones pressing closer, his voice rough, "Molly, I'll..."
Molly forced herself to stay calm. She was sure of one thing. No matter how mad Kyle was, he wouldn't hurt her, but she couldn't show fear.
Kyle stared at her, his eyes intense, his lips getting closer. Molly could feel his breath, a scene she never imagined. The Kyle who used to blush just saying her name had grown into a man.
Molly watched him approach, her eyelashes finally trembling.
Kyle's expression froze, he turned his lips aside, pressing his thumb hard against her cheek instead of kissing her.
Then, in a low, almost inaudible voice, he softly said, "Molly, you're doing this on purpose. You only know how to mess with me."
Kyle let go of her hand, grabbed his coat, and left. He sat in his car outside for a long time, not dozing off until around four in the morning.
Before dawn, Molly woke up, opened the curtains, and saw Kyle sleeping in the car. After getting ready, she went downstairs and looked at the car before leaving.
In the room, she left the behind-the-scenes deal between the Scott family and the Perot family. Some things were better done alone, without dragging anyone else in.
Molly first went to her own place, then drove to the company. As soon as she got out of the car, someone blocked her way.
Molly looked up to see Zack with a stern face. "What's going on?" she asked.
Zack didn't bother to respond, made a gesture, and two bodyguards immediately restrained Molly from both sides. Then, he got into Molly's car and rummaged through it. When he came out, he was holding a sealed envelope.
Molly's face turned pale.
She struggled to get the document back, but Zack said, "Ms. Koch, please come with us."
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