Chapter 209 Where's My Knife?
In the dim light, shadows danced around.
Molly trembled slightly in Eric's arms. She didn't do anything, but her innocent vibe was too tempting for Eric, especially with the alcohol in his system.
Fueled by booze, he got bolder.
Molly's vision blurred as Eric's tall frame pressed down on her. She sank into the sofa like a trapped bird.
Eric's breathing quickened, but his lips stayed glued to hers, kissing her deeply.
On stage, a female singer crooned softly.
Molly felt dizzy from Eric's kisses, her eyes teary. She struggled to breathe, squirming to break free.
Eric's desire surged, his eyes red with lust. Even drunk, he remembered: 'Molly is Edward's sister.'
Just before losing control, he pulled away, a thread of saliva still connecting them.
"You..." Molly's eyes were unfocused, unable to think straight.
That kiss had left her dazed. Who could understand?
"I wanted to test your theory," Eric said, wiping her lips with his thumb. "Didn't you say women are naturally sensitive?"
"You're bullying me," Molly said.
"So, did you prove it? Do you think I'm made of mud or water?" Eric asked.
Molly suddenly felt sleepy, her eyes closing.
Eric kissed her forehead, whispering, "Sleep, tell me tomorrow."
A few minutes ago, Molly had been over lively, but now she was about to fall asleep, the singer's voice still in her ears.
Jessica burst in, kicking open the door.
The men inside, disheveled, turned pale, and the women screamed, diving into their partners' arms.
"Who are you?" one guy pointed at Jessica.
Protected by Eric and having lived abroad, few in Mugden recognized her.
Jessica, filled with rage, walked to the table and smashed a wine bottle over the guy's head!
The bottle shattered, women screamed, and men were stunned!
"I'm Jessica!" she yelled, looking furious.
"Where did this crazy woman come from? Are you nuts?" The other two men stood up.
"What's all the noise? What are you doing to my sister?" Eric walked out, carrying the sleeping Molly.
'Sister?'
The two men sat back down.
The guy who got hit, bleeding, still smiled. "So it's Miss Clark."
"Eric! What are you doing?" Jessica shouted, seeing Eric holding Molly.
"Jessica, what are you doing?" Eric frowned, questioning her.
"Are you mad because I ruined your fun? Think I spoiled your good time?" Jessica's eyes were red with anger.
"He disrespected you, so hitting him with a bottle is justified," Eric said.
The three young men were too scared to speak, despite their injuries.
"But what did I tell you? I said not to come to Alahle Club without telling me first so I could arrange things," Eric said, looking serious. "Why don't you listen? This place is chaotic. If something happens, how can I protect you?"
"Stop pretending to care, Eric!" Jessica snapped, pointing at him. "You're just mad because I interrupted your fun! Molly is Edward's sister, and you're messing with her behind his back. You have no shame!"
"Jessica Clark," Eric's eyes darkened.
Jessica's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back. 'He's never called me by my full name. He must be really angry,' she thought.
"This has nothing to do with you. Go home!" Eric ordered sternly.
"I'll go, but you have to come with me!" Jessica demanded.
Eric looked at the sleeping Molly in his arms. "I'm not going back tonight. You go home now. Stop causing trouble."
"What, are you planning to sleep with her?" Jessica's voice was sharp and loud.
"Ellen!" Eric shouted.
"I'm here, Eric," Ellen quickly walked in.
"Take Jessica home," he instructed.
"Yes."
As Eric's secretary and bodyguard, Ellen only took orders from him. She grabbed Jessica's arm and started dragging her out.
"Ah! Don't touch me! Let go! You're hurting me! Get off!"
But it was no use. Ellen's grip was like a shackle, impossible to break free from. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jessica was dragged away.
Late at night, Evelyn applied a face mask, lit a rose-scented candle, and lay in a bathtub filled with rose petals, ready to relax.
"So comfortable," she sighed, curling her toes.
'A man or a bathtub, one must have one, right?' she thought.
Her phone rang. It was William.
William hadn't come back with her tonight but stayed at the hotel to work, helping her with some tasks so her workload wouldn't be as heavy tomorrow.
"William, if you can't finish, leave it for tomorrow. Come back early and rest," Evelyn said, putting the call on speaker and playing with the rose petals.
"Evelyn, I just saw something, and I think you need to know," William said, sounding worried. "But you have to promise to stay calm."
"I've seen it all, just say it," Evelyn replied.
William took a deep breath. "I just saw Eric checking into a hotel room with Miss Molly Wellington."
Evelyn sat up abruptly. "What did you say? Who, with whom?"
"Eric, with Miss Molly Wellington. Eric personally handled the check-in. I couldn't be mistaken."
Evelyn gasped. The next second, her furious roar echoed through the bathroom, "Bastard! Where's my knife?"
