Chapter 607 Hold Me
The words on the lighter read: [Northfield Clubhouse.] Suddenly, memories yanked her from a peaceful, quiet village back to that nightmare-filled place.
Molly started shaking, and the lighter slipped from her hand, hitting the ground. "Miss, are you alright?" The guy she bumped into asked.
Molly was freaked out, scared she might run into someone she knew. But when she looked up and saw a stranger's face, she felt a wave of relief. Even though she didn't recognize him, she quickly looked down, not wanting to draw any attention.
"Sorry, sir, I'll get you a new lighter." Kyle suddenly appeared and started talking to the guy.
The man smiled. "No worries, it's just a lighter. Not a big deal." With that, he walked away.
"Molly, what's going on?" Kyle put his arm around her shoulders. He had already picked up the lighter and tossed it in the trash, clearly not noticing the words on it.
Molly glanced out the window. The guy had just driven off in a car with local plates. She tried to calm herself, thinking this guy probably wasn't from Northfield. The lighter was likely just something he picked up while visiting or passing through Northfield.
Seeing her pale face, Kyle asked, "You feeling okay? Should we head home?"
Molly shook her head. "I'm fine. Just felt a bit dizzy, but I'm good now." She didn't want to worry Kyle over something so small. They'd been on edge for the past six months. Molly didn't want to freak out over every little thing and mess up their hard-earned peace.
After dinner, Kyle bundled Molly up and put her on the tricycle, then drove them home. Even with the snow, the tricycle moved smoothly.
Kyle was naturally smart and knew his stuff. He had modified the tricycle with non-skid tires and bright lights, making it safe enough for the deep woods. It might look ordinary, but the tricycle had cost more than a regular car, so safety wasn't an issue.
Kyle chose the tricycle to avoid drawing attention in the deep woods. But today wasn't their lucky day. Even fancy cars could have problems, and the tricycle stopped halfway.
Kyle got out to check and found that the battery was the issue, probably frozen from the cold. With no other choice, he had Molly get out, and they started walking back.
Molly couldn't walk that far, even though Kyle had taken good care of her. She still shouldn't push herself too much. Kyle squatted down and said, "Molly, hop on my back."
Molly looked at the long way home and shook her head. "It's okay, I can walk for a bit. If I can't go on, I'll let you know."
"No way, it's too easy to slip in the snow. Get on." Kyle stayed squatting, and when Molly didn't move, he turned to her. "You don't think I can handle it? I'm a man, after all."
As he said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, giving him a bit of a fox-like look. Kyle was handsome and refined, but he sometimes showed a playful side. If he had been born into a regular family, he would probably have parents by his side and a wife, living a happy life. But he was a Scott, and he had met her.
Kyle suddenly stood up and scooped Molly into his arms, making her wrap her arms around his neck in surprise. "Put me down."
"If you don't want a piggyback ride, I'll carry you like this," Kyle teased with a grin, the snow reflecting off his face, making him look even more handsome.
Molly blushed. Even though he was younger than her, he always managed to make her blush. It seemed like this was what it meant to meet the right person.
Molly lay in his arms, holding onto his neck, and said softly, "If you get tired, I'll get down."
"I'm not tired!" Kyle's voice was strong and steady. "Molly, I'm so happy to have you with me. We'll get Taylor back. Thank you for giving me the life I've always dreamed of."
Molly felt a warmth inside, knowing Kyle's actions and words showed she wasn't a burden. To him, she was his dream, his future—his everything.
A pessimistic person meeting someone so warm and positive, like a ray of sunshine, was like grabbing onto a lifeboat after falling into an icy lake. She would hold on for dear life.
Molly lay in Kyle's arms, her tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have met him.
"Molly, can you promise me something?" Kyle suddenly asked.
Molly replied, "Yes, what is it?"
"No matter what happens in the future, don't give up hope. Remember, you have me and Taylor. We're men, and our mission is to protect you for a lifetime!"
Molly was silent for a moment. Since arriving in this small village, she hadn't thought about dying anymore. She felt that every step forward was filled with hope. She even prayed to God for more time to spend with Taylor and Kyle.
Molly couldn't imagine what would happen to them if she died. Whenever that thought crossed her mind, it felt like a piece of her heart was being torn out, the fear and pain making her cling to life even more.
Molly whispered, "I promise you, no matter what, I will persevere."
Hearing that, Kyle was relieved. His biggest worry was Molly's mental state, fearing that an accident might make her lose the will to live.
Molly pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling his warmth. She said, "You also have to promise me to take care of yourself, no matter what. Don't be foolish. Learn to be humble, okay?"
The past experiences were terrifying to recall. Someone as good as Kyle shouldn't be hurt because of pride. "Yes, I promise you. We'll live well and watch Taylor grow up, get married, and have children."
"Okay."
The snow was white, the road ahead stretched endlessly, and everything seemed perfect. But immersed in warmth and happiness, neither of them noticed that their lives were about to change.
In town, a black SUV was parked by the roadside, shaking constantly, with occasional sounds of a woman in apparent pain. After a while, the car stopped shaking.
A fat old man, Max, opened the car door and cursed, "Alright, get out."
"Sir, you said you'd give me a necklace." The woman was wearing a restaurant uniform, likely a waitress from a local restaurant.
Max threw a few bills in the woman's face and snarled, "Get lost. With your looks, it's a miracle I didn't puke. And you still want a necklace?"
The waitress, already pissed off, felt even more insulted. She had just been through hell, and this little bit of cash was a joke. "Sir, how can you be like this? You promised me a necklace, that's why I came to the car with you. How can you go back on your word?" she snapped back.
Max slapped her hard, sending her sprawling to the ground. "Don't give me that crap. Now get lost!"
But the waitress wasn't one to back down easily. She started crying loudly. "Let everyone see! You bullied me. If you don't give me the necklace, no one's leaving here happy today!"
Max had dealt with plenty of women, but he didn't expect this waitress to be such a tough cookie. He gave a knowing look to the driver, who got the hint and handed the woman some more money. "Take this and buy yourself a small necklace. This was consensual; you won't get anywhere complaining."
The driver was clearly used to handling these situations and knew how to persuade people. He whispered to the woman, "Listen, Mr. Robinson has relatives in Northfield. He's not someone you want to mess with. I suggest you take what you can get. It's not worth it, understand?"
The driver spoke in a way that played on people's fears, half-revealing and half-concealing the truth. The woman wasn't a saint either. She felt she had been taken advantage of for nothing. She stood up, dusted herself off, and muttered, "Who are you trying to fool? I know this car. It's a piece of junk, not worth anything. If he really had connections, he wouldn't be driving this wreck."
Max was furious, unable to hold back his anger at being mocked. The waitress shrank back in fear and said, "Forget it." Then she walked away, swaying her hips.
Max kicked the door in frustration. He cursed, "Is everyone daring to bully me now?"
The driver quickly lit a cigarette and handed it to him. "Mr. Robinson, don't be mad. Women in small towns are just like that, very fierce."
Max bit the cigarette and cursed, "If it weren't for that bastard Robert, I wouldn't be in this mess!"
Max couldn't stop ranting. Last time, because of Molly, Robert showed no respect to the Mitchell family and sent Max to jail for a year. The worst part was, Max hadn't even done anything to Molly; he was jailed just for drugging her.
After getting out, Max's previous collaborations with the Mitchell family naturally ended. Max's wife went to plead with her sister Thalia Fairchild, who was married to the CEO of the Mitchell Group, but Thalia didn't dare speak up for him. She arranged for him to be sent to this remote place, saying it was for him to gain experience before returning to Northfield.
Indeed, by the time he finished, there would be nothing left for him. It was all Molly and Robert's fault for making his life so miserable. If it weren't for Robert's connections with the Mitchell family, Max would have sought revenge long ago.
"It felt bad, that ugly woman stinks," Max cursed.
The driver knew that when Max was in a bad mood, he would suffer for days, but there was nothing he could do. He had to make a living.
The driver suddenly thought of something to lighten the mood. "Mr. Robinson, you won't believe it, but I saw a beautiful woman at the restaurant just now. She was stunning, even by Northfield standards."
Max scoffed, "With your limited perspective, how can you understand beauty?"
"Mr. Robinson, I'm not lying. I even took a photo. I wanted to show you, but I almost forgot because of what just happened." The driver took out his phone and opened the photo album. Molly looked beautiful, even when she was just quietly eating.
The driver said, "I took this while she was eating. Later, she bumped into me on her way to the restroom. She smelled so good, and up close, she was really beautiful. Too bad she has a boyfriend."
"Where did you see her?" Max grabbed the driver's collar, suddenly excited.
"At the restaurant," the driver replied, surprised by Max's urgency.
The driver said, "Mr. Robinson, maybe we shouldn't cause trouble. This woman has a boyfriend, and it could be very troublesome if we get involved."
The driver didn't get what Max was thinking. Max's eyes, clouded from overindulgence, narrowed as he said, "Send me the photo and delete it from your phone."
The driver didn't understand why, but he had a habit of secretly photographing beautiful women to admire later. However, since Max had spoken, he obediently complied.
Max looked at the photo of Molly, narrowed his eyes, and said to the driver, "Come back to Northfield with me and live a good life."
This time, Max was determined to return and turn their lives upside down. He wouldn't let anyone take his fortune.
At Silverleaf Suites, the large floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Robert's sharp, handsome face. He held a wine glass filled with red wine, took a sip, and his lips were stained with a deep red.
The day Molly disappeared, there was information about her on the flight, but he knew it was fake. Molly must have chosen another way to leave. She hated him so much, and by extension, Northfield. She was probably hiding somewhere abroad.
Robert went from being overwhelmed to making progress, but he never gave up searching. Despite sending countless people to various countries to search, there was still no news.
Looking at the flashing neon lights outside, Robert thought of the days and nights spent with Molly in this apartment. His blood boiled, and he threw the wine glass against the opposite wall. His eyes darkened with determination; he knew he had to get Molly back.
At that moment, the phone on the cabinet vibrated. Robert pressed the speaker button, and a sweet female voice came through. "Robert, I've had a bit too much to drink. I'm feeling dizzy. Can you come pick me up?"
"Where are you?" Robert asked.
Rosie, clearly drunk, slurred, "At... at... Neon Dreams."
"Okay, wait for me." After hanging up, Robert instructed Zack to get ready.
Zack drove quickly to Neon Dreams. The car window rolled down, and Rosie, dressed in a red woolen suit, smiled brightly and opened her arms. "Robert, hold me."
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