The night was deep and silent.

Molly wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. How could Ocelotte make such a request? Didn’t he hate her? Didn’t he have a girlfriend? Hadn’t he cut ties with her?

Her heart was racing, filled with confusion and turmoil.

Ocelotte’s gaze was intense as he asked again, his voice even deeper. “Do you want to do it? Because I really do.”

Molly wanted to refuse. She knew that if she agreed, it would only make her seem even more cheap in his eyes. But she couldn’