Chapter 297: Private Villa
At night, Eric's private jet landed at Mugden Airport.
Jessica got in a luxury car after slowly getting of the plane.
Ever since the last incident where Debra faked something, Eric had grounded her, forbidding her from going out and even confiscating her phone, to ensure she couldn't contact her bad-influence friends.
Later, she staged a hunger strike.
Susan felt really sorry for Jessica and persuaded Eric to lift her confinement and send her back to Yatuok to reflect. Eric finally aggred.
Winter had come, so Eric reluctantly allowed her to return.
She had been stuck in Yatuok for so long that she was bored out of mind, but unfairly, Eric hadn't visited her even once.
"Where's Eric? Why didn't he come to pick me up?" Jessica threw a tantrum at Alfonso, one of Eric's bodyguards, kicking him repeatedly while he was sitting in the front passenger seat.
Alfonso, who had watched Jessica grow up and was one of Eric's trusted men, had also spent a lot of time with her in the early years. His eyes were gentle, but his tone was somewhat evasive, "Mr. Clark has been very busy lately."
"Eric has changed! He doesn't care about me anymore!" Jessica's eyes were filled with tears as she kept slapping the seat. "No matter how busy he was before, he would always come to pick me up! He hasn't even called me once in all this time! He doesn't care about me as his sister anymore!"
She shouted, made a fuss, and then started crying.
Alfonso felt particularly distressed seeing this.
Finally, he mustered up the courage and lowered his voice, "Ms. Clark, I can tell you something, but you must stay calm."
"What is it?" Jessica took the tissue Alfonso handed her, wiping her tears.
"Mr. Clark hasn't contacted you because he and Molly from the Wellington family intertwined." Alfonso's expression was deeply secretive.
"What did you say?" Jessica was stunned.
"That's not all." Alfonso leaned closer to her, spilling everything, "They've been living together these past few days."
"Impossible!" Jessica's eyes turned red as she roared in anger, "How could Molly ever get into the Clark family? Eric has never brought a woman home before!"
"Mr. Clark didn't bring her to the Clark Manor; they're staying at a villa outside."
Jessica felt dizzy as if the world spun around her, "Where is that villa? Take me there immediately!"
Eric's private villa was located in the affluent hillside area of Mugden, with white walls and green roofs symbolizing wealth.
Although it wasn't as grand as the Clark Manor, it had a serene environment and beautiful scenery, perfect for a vacation retreat.
These days, Eric had been staying here with Molly, taking care of her injuries. He canceled all work and social engagements to focus on her.
"Eric! I made you a gift, come and see!" Molly smiled joyfully, pulling Eric's hand and running towards the backyard.
"Slow down, the snow hasn't been cleared, don't fall!" Eric's eyes were full of tenderness.
These days, Eric couldn't bear to let Molly's feet touch the ground. Except for bathing and using the bathroom, he almost always carried her around the villa.
"Eric! Look!"Molly's right hand, red from the cold, was tightly held by Eric, while her left hand pointed to a chubby snowman in the center of the courtyard. Her bright doe eyes sparkled, "I made this snowman for you! Isn't it cute?"
Eric was initially delighted, but upon closer inspection, he almost fainted!
The chubby snowman had a photo of his head stuck on its face, looking as creepy as could be.
And to top it off, Molly had chosen a black-and-white photo! It looked like a memorial picture!
"Molly, I have so many nice photos, why did you choose this one?" Eric's lips twitched.
"I secretly took this one; I wanted to surprise you," Molly raised her rosy face, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
"Then why did you choose a black-and-white one?"
"We ran out of color ink at home."
Eric smiled wryly and sighed, patting her hat.
Milton, Eric's Doberman, came charging out of somewhere and lunged at the snowman.
"Milton! Come back here!" Eric shouted anxiously, but it was too late.
Milton had already knocked off the snowman's head!
Milton wagged his tail wildly, barking excitedly.
Molly blinked her beautiful eyes, "Eric, your head fell off."
Eric clenched his fists.
Milton, in high spirits, started kicking the snowball back and forth with his legs.
Molly said, "Milton is kicking your head like a ball!"
Eric gritted his teeth, his roar shaking the snow off the branches, "Milton! You're done for!"
Milton seemed to understand, quickly looking to Molly for help.
"No! Don't punish Milton!" Molly rarely showed a coquettish side, shaking Eric's hand, "I'll make another one, just wait!"
Eric's heart fluttered as she shook him, his gaze filled with indescribable tenderness, "Milton, if it weren't for your mom pleading for you, you wouldn't be getting any dinner tonight!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Eric's heart pounded loudly.
Molly had already run off to build the snowman.
Luckily, she didn't hear it.
Yet, why did he wish she had heard it?
Molly hopped over to the snowman, and Milton nudged the its head back.
She picked up the big snowball, stood on her tiptoes, and reattached the "head." Milton wagged his tail, circling around Molly and rolling at her feet.
"Milton, are you cold? I'll knit you a sweater someday!" Molly said.
Milton seemed to understand, wagging his little tail and excitedly pouncing on Molly, licking her soft cheeks with his tongue.
"It tickles! Stop it!" Molly laughed as Milton knocked her to the ground, rolling around in the snow.
Eric watched the rare, warm, and joyful scene, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and affection as they fixed on her.
He had thought he could never have such a simple and happy life, but Molly had given it to him.
What other men had, he now had too.
Eric walked over and helped Molly, who was covered in snow, to her feet.
"The ground is cold; it's not good to catch a chill," He bent down and brushed the snow off her.
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me," Eric looked deeply into Molly's captivating eyes, his warm breath lightly brushing her rosy cheeks. "Molly, you are very important to me. Being with you makes me happy. I should be the one thanking you."
"But I haven't done anything," Molly's eyes were innocent.
"You've done a lot."
Eric held her cold hands tightly, rubbing them with his warm palms, then brought them to his lips, blowing warm air on them.
"Come into my arms," Eric opened his black coat, and she obediently snuggled into his embrace.
Being enveloped by his warm, masculine scent made her close her eyes comfortably and nuzzle closer to him.
The fire within Eric began to rise again, his eyes gradually turning red.
"Molly."
"Mm?" Molly's soft voice was muffled.
"From now on, you can only be like this with me."
Eric's long lashes lowered, his gaze intense in the wind and snow, as if he wanted to merge Molly into his blood. His voice was slightly hoarse, "If you act like this with anyone else, I'll get angry. And trust me, when I get angry, it's very scary."
"How scary?" Molly's heart pounded, her eyes flickering.
Eric's eyes, filled with tenderness, were incredibly alluring. He leaned closer to her face, his red lips almost touching her soft ones, "Very scary. Wanna try?"
Molly shook her head like a bobblehead, her heart racing, saying, "I understand. I'll only be like this with you from now on. Please don't get angry, okay?"
These past few days, Eric had been so good to her, buying her many beautiful clothes, the kind she had only seen Debra wear but never had herself.
The food here was also delicious, not as good as Evelyn's cooking, but still great.
Eric even helped her dry her hair, fed her, and slept in the same bed with her.
Just sleeping, nothing more.
Eric pampered and protected her so much; she didn't want to be ungrateful and make him angry.
"Good girl," Eric praised.
Her big, watery eyes sparkled like stars. Eric couldn't help but want to kiss her.
He really hoped Molly could stay with him forever.
The thought of her getting married, being held and kissed by another man, and having children with someone else made Eric feel like his insides were being twisted, a dull knife grinding at his heart.
"Mr. Clark! Please come over!" Ellen called out, having received a phone call.
"Okay," Eric walked over to Ellen, "What's up?"
Ellen glanced at Molly, lowering her voice, "I just got a call from Bart, Edward's secretary. He said Edward's condition has worsened."
"What did you say?" Eric's heart sank, unable to control his volume.
Molly looked over at them in confusion.
"Bart didn't give details. He just said Edward is recuperating at his private villa and hasn't told anyone. Bart couldn't stand it and secretly contacted me, hoping you'd go see him," Ellen added.
"I understand. Ellen, prepare the car. We're leaving now!" Eric replied.
Eric didn't want to worry Molly, so he didn't tell her the truth. He just said he had to go out and might not be back tonight, telling her to sleep first.
"I'll wait for you to come back before I sleep." Molly saw him off to the door.
She didn't say it, but her eyes were full of reluctance.
Eric felt warm inside, giving her a gentle smile, then instructed Carol Martinez, "Take good care of her."
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