Chapter 65 Am I Easy to Deceive?
In the hospital room, Molly's tense shoulders relaxed as she heard the doctor's reassurance that Harrison had temporarily averted danger. A heavy sigh of relief escaped her lips.
She remained in a disheveled state, neglecting to tidy herself up as she stayed faithfully by Harrison's bedside.
Her gaze lingered on Harrison, his head full of white hair, and a pang of regret gnawed at her heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that, at his age, Harrison shouldn't have to bear the consequences of her mistakes.
She had made a foolish decision, provoking a man to challenge Robert.
But he was getting married in ten days, why won't he leave her alone? Could it be that he planned to maintain this kind of relationship with her after marriage, making her an unacceptable mistress?
The thought made her feel disgusted.
The biggest mistake she had ever made in her life was falling in love with Robert.
As she relaxed, she slowly dozed off.
In a daze, she felt a cool sensation on the back of her neck, followed by a firm grip around her waist, pulling her onto someone's lap.
With a sudden jolt, she snapped her eyes wide open, only to find herself face to face with Robert, sending shivers down her spine as she instinctively curled up.
Robert narrowed his eyes slightly, detecting the fear reflected in her large eyes.
She was gripped by fear in his presence, a sensation that Robert found oddly satisfying.
Molly's trembling lips parted, her voice quivering, "What are you doing here?"
Robert smiled, his touch gentle as he caressed her face. "Can't I be here, darling?" he murmured softly.
Molly was momentarily confused. In fact, Robert looked very handsome when he smiled. When they were together before, he often looked at her with indulgent smiley eyes.
But now, the scar on his forehead added a bit of icy charm to him.
This kind of superficial smile was what made people fear.
"Why hasn't Harrison woken up yet?"
Molly immediately became alert, her face full of vigilance. "Robert, what do you want?"
Robert sensed her sudden vigilance, but he remained unruffled. "Relax, Molly," he said, brushing his lips against hers affectionately. Then, with a smile, he added, "Other than you, what else could I possibly want?"
These words were said in passing, but Molly didn't feel embarrassed.
Because in bed, the things he said were a hundred times more vulgar than these.
She kept a cold face and whispered, "This is a hospital."
"Well, what about the hospital?" Robert raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with desire.
"No, Harrison is still lying here, you can't." Molly's eyes turned red, but Robert showed no sympathy. He applied more force downwards.
"You!" Molly gasped, her expression shifting suddenly as she turned to glare at Robert.
Though his face maintained a smile, Robert's concern was evident as he applied a bit of pressure and inquired, "What's wrong?"
Struggling to control her voice, Molly bit her lip to steady herself, her body trembling with nerves. "I beg you, Robert," she implored, her words quivering, "please don't do this in front of my dad."
Without skipping a beat, Robert retorted, "Why, don't you want me to?"
Molly felt a surge of embarrassment and indignation, her cheeks flushing red with an unfamiliar sensation.
Unable to contain her frustration, she lashed out, "Robert, do you even have a shred of decency? Are you nothing but an animal?"
The realization that he would behave in such a manner in front of her father filled her with revulsion.
In an instant, Robert's demeanor shifted, and he recoiled, withdrawing his hand and pushing her away.
Caught off guard, Molly stumbled and collapsed to her knees on the ground.
Robert stood up, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then condescendingly said, "Since you don't want to, I'll wait until Harrison wakes up to see him, and by the way…"
He suddenly took out his phone, as if preparing to take some pictures of her seductive pose.
In an instant, Molly's face turned pale and her body went limp.
"No, don't!"
Robert's fingers tightened around her chin, his smile chilling. "Why not? Let him witness his daughter's servitude. If he approves, perhaps I'll even offer you compensation to become a celebrity."
"Robert, you can't do this!" Molly's voice rose in panic. "Don't take those pictures!"
In a surge of desperation, she lunged at Robert, attempting to snatch the phone from his grasp, but he simply tossed it aside with casual disregard.
"Thud!"
With a muffled sound, Molly collided forcefully with the corner of the bedside table.
A cold sweat broke out across her skin as waves of pain washed over her, causing her to curl up involuntarily, resembling an overcooked shrimp.
This impact was intense.
Molly couldn't stand up for a while, she could only lean against the wall, gasping for breath as the pain pulsated through her body.
For a fleeting moment, Robert's gaze darkened, and he put away his phone, with no intention of taking more pictures.
Soon, his cold demeanor returned, and he smirked, "Why the fuss? It's my friend who's eager to see you. He thinks you're quite stunning and wants to take you out on a date."
Molly's eyes widened in shock, her complexion draining of color.
She never imagined that Robert would stoop so low as to capture her in such a vulnerable state and share it with his friend.
Had someone else already seen it?
At the thought of someone possibly seeing pictures of her in a pitiful state, a taste of rust filled her throat, and her body uncontrollably trembled; she felt like she was going crazy.
"W-what... What do you want?" she stammered weakly, unwittingly falling into his trap once more.
Robert's response came casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "How about going on a date with my friend?"
Molly was about to lose her mind. He himself wasn't enough, but he also wanted to share her with his friend.
It was something even an animal wouldn't do!
Furthermore, when Robert mentioned a friend, Molly knew he wasn't talking about individuals like Francis or Wesley—men of high status who adhered to their own code and wouldn't dare to lay claim to another man's woman.
The friend Robert spoke of was someone she had encountered during her last visit to see him. He was a companion Robert had forged an alliance with overseas, during times of shared adversity.
He was dark-skinned and had a strong physique, the kind of person who could easily crush her with one finger.
That person had humiliated her with various languages last time, and even groped her before leaving.
She felt disgusted just thinking about it. If she had to be with someone like that, she would rather die.
She gritted her teeth and angrily said, “Robert, you’re getting married, so why won’t you leave me alone!?"
"Because it's amusing, quite entertaining," Robert unabashedly revealed his thoughts of treating her like a toy.
Molly suddenly erupted in anger, lunging at him with her nails, crying and cursing, "Robert, you bastard, I don't owe you anything!"
Before Molly could even react, Robert effortlessly subdued her.
Rubbing his neck, he felt a slight stinging sensation, evidence of the scratch she had inflicted.
The thought of how Quinn Cane would react to him being near other women, and how this mark would undoubtedly upset her, irked him. It brought on a headache, and his gaze toward Molly turned even more ruthless.
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"What makes you think you don't owe me?" Robert's voice dripped with malice as he pressed his foot down on Molly's hand, punishing her for her mistake with each forceful press. "Didn't you enjoy playing with me back then?"
Despite the excruciating pain shooting through her fingers, Molly mustered the strength to speak through gritted teeth. "Robert, I did come looking for you back then, but I was mugged and knocked unconscious on the way. By the time I regained consciousness, you had already left the country."
After relishing in Molly's agony for a moment, Robert withdrew his foot and spoke slowly, each word dripping with contempt. "Miss Molly, do you take me for a fool?"
In his darkest hour of need, Molly had once risked everything to elope with him. It had been his last glimmer of hope in the depths of despair.
But what had he received in return?
He had stumbled upon a video of Molly, carefree and laughing among others, as she callously remarked, "That idiot is still waiting for me at the harbor. Isn't he pathetic?"
He was the idiot she was talking about.
She pushed him into the swamp and ruthlessly trampled him into the mud.
The memories faded away. Robert pinched Molly's neck, lifted her up, and said with a deep tone, "Molly, there will be consequences for deceiving me."
With that, he viciously bit her.
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