Molly was cradled in Ocelotte's arms. Her nose was filled with the familiar, masculine scent of Ocelotte, pleasant but now tinged with a more mature fragrance than before... She buried her head tightly, trying not to cry. She really did cry. She hadn’t cried when she was hurt, nor when Scarlett and Zahra were fighting, but at the unexpected gentleness of Ocelotte, she broke down… Molly let go of all her pride and whispered softly, “Do you still care about me, Ocelotte?” Ocelotte stiffened. After a moment, he gave a cold laugh. “You’re overthinking, Molly! Do you really think, after what you’ve done, I could still have feelings for you? Is there any room for us to develop feelings for each other?” As if that wasn’t enough, he added with disdain: “I’m just afraid that during sex with you, you’ll pass out.”Molly felt a sense of disorientation. For a long time, she quietly murmured, “I understand.” Ocelotte thought to himself, her skin really was thick. When
She was so petite that he could hold her easily in his arms, her soft, delicate body pressed against him. The sensation was subtle, but Ocelotte did his best to ignore it.The female doctor said, "This is more like it!"The doctor was both gossipy and professional, and in no time, she had finished treating the wound. When she removed the porcelain shard, Molly's fingers dug deeply into Ocelotte's waist and arm, causing him to lower his head to look at her.Molly trembled with pain, like a pitiful little dove.For some reason, Ocelotte, almost instinctively, placed one hand gently on her shoulder and pulled her closer into his embrace.At that moment, he seemed to be filled with a sense of pity.…Leaving the hospital, Molly thought that Ocelotte would take her straight to the hotel. To her surprise, he took her to an old street near their school, where many small eateries lined the road. Young students often came here to eat. They had visited this place a few times back then.
Molly’s long black hair spread smoothly on the pillow, her body delicate with barely noticeable rises and falls.She whispered, "Do you still want me?"Ocelotte didn’t respond.At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Noah.Ocelotte glanced at Molly, signaling for her to remain silent, and answered the call without hesitation. "It's a last-minute business trip. I won't be coming back tonight."On the other end of the phone, Noah wasn’t easily fooled. He let out a cold laugh, "A business trip? Is it you going on a trip, or is it your second brother?"Ocelotte fell silent.Noah continued, "I don't care what you do out there, Ocelotte. But there’s one thing—don’t fool around with yourself, end up getting tricked, and regret it later. There’s plenty of things in life you’ll regret!"Ocelotte's voice was hoarse as he replied, "I know, Dad."Noah snorted, "You know nothing."It was clear that Noah had learned about what his son had been up to recently. As a father, of cou
In the early morning, Molly woke up. Ocelotte was already gone, but there was still warmth on the pillow beside her; he must have left not long ago. Molly gently touched the warmth, a look of longing on her serene face. She longed for every moment spent with Ocelotte. Even if he hated her, even if he only played with her, even though they would part after three months, she felt that having these memories was enough… Morning light filtered through the white gauze curtain, soft and gentle. At the foot of the white bed lay a man's thin cashmere coat, left behind by Ocelotte... When Molly left, she picked up the coat and, after some thought, decided to personally deliver it to Ocelotte's company after nine o'clock. She first went back home, still being careful, as Roselyn had long gotten used to it. Roselyn only said, "Don't let Grandma know you spent the night outside." Molly's face turned fiery red.After she finished washing up, Molly changed into a new outfi
After saying that, he didn’t pay any attention to Molly and walked into the elevator. The well-dressed woman from earlier was waiting for him inside. As soon as Ocelotte entered, she smiled and started talking to him. His expression softened instantly, no longer carrying the indifference he had shown toward Molly. The lobby was filled with people coming and going… Molly stood quietly, but the prying eyes felt like daggers, piercing into her with a sharp intensity. After a long while, she gave a bitter smile. Molly, wasn't this normal? Ocelotte had made it clear from the beginning that she was only in a mutual arrangement. It was her own crossing of boundaries, her own expectations for him in her heart, that led to this self-inflicted humiliation. But still, her heart hurt.Molly walked into the car, and Scarlett was already inside. Just as she was about to speak, Molly opened her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes, intending to light one. She desperately needed a
Ocelotte had thoughts in his mind, but his expression remained unchanged. A few seconds later, he diverted his gaze. It was Scarlett who respectfully greeted him first, saying, "Mr. Ocelotte." Only then did Ocelotte nod, but his demeanor still exuded a sense of arrogance, clearly highlighting his status and position. Once they stepped out, the elevator was left with only Scarlett and Molly. Unable to hold back, Scarlett muttered, "Pretending to be so dignified! Is he like this in private too?" Molly, with her sunglasses on, concealed her reddened eyes. Hearing Scarlett’s complaint, she softly responded, "He wasn’t like this before, not at all." Scarlett stared at Molly.After a long pause, Scarlett said seriously, "I know you care about him deeply, Molly. You two have had a love that left a lasting impression. "How is he treating you now, though? I don’t want you to keep suffering. If it’s really forcing it, maybe this love shouldn’t continue." Molly quietly respon
Molly softly denied, "I just knew Ocelotte in the past." Blake sighed lightly, "Even if it was just a brief encounter, it's still very useful." He had seen it clearly just now.Obviously, Molly was someone close to Ocelotte, and his possessiveness was undeniable. As soon as he arrived, he was subtly jealous. Blake would have to tell Brody when she got back to make sure no scandals arose during their collaboration with Molly, or things could get difficult in the future. At that moment, Molly's phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw a message from Ocelotte. "Wait for me at the hotel later."Molly quietly looked at the few words on the screen. Simple as they were, the hierarchy between them was vividly reflected in those characters. Molly wasn’t angry; instead, she obediently replied with a "Okay." On the other side, Ocelotte leaned back in his office chair, his body gently turning. When his phone received the message, he couldn't help but smile faintly.…It was 8:
Molly stood frozen. For a long time, she couldn't process what was happening. She didn't understand why Ocelotte was angry. She wondered if he liked her to dress more seductively. She quickly put down the utensils in her hands and cautiously said, "Then I'll go change." "Go change." Ocelotte's voice was strained, carrying an indescribable grimness. Molly hurried into the bedroom's walk-in closet. Since Ocelotte had booked this place for three months, she often came to serve him and had brought a few outfits for herself. Now, seeing Ocelotte upset, she took off the floral long dress and changed into a black off-shoulder mini dress…However, when Molly finished changing, she suddenly froze. Then, she started breathing heavily. She desperately wanted a cigarette, thinking it would help calm her anxious emotions. Yes, she needed a cigarette. Molly shakily took a cigarette from her bag, leaned against the wardrobe, lit it, and took a deep drag. Only when the nicotine