Brian cast Molly a glance from the corner of his eyes. She looked funny as well as pitiful. "You deserve
it," said Brian in a low voice, but the car was so small that both of them heard it clearly. Molly turned to
look at Brian quickly. Fury flashed in her crystal-like eyes. She stared at Brian with that furious gaze
until she was out of breath. How she wished she could curse him with every conceivable word in her
mind! But alas, she couldn't. She was unable to speak.
'Go to hell!'
Molly cursed in her heart before turning around to look outside the window again. She decided not to
pay attention to Brian no matter what he said or did. She had been stupid in worrying about a man who
didn't need her concerns. But she would not be that stupid forever!
Brian glanced at Molly, who seemed to be extremely furious. That swift glance was enough for him to
notice her grieved and hurt expression, which she had obviously intended to cover up with great effort.
Instead of saying something to comfort her, he chose to stay silent.
Brain removed his gaze away from Molly and looked straight ahead. He drove quietly, but his mind was
in a mess. The words Molly had typed on her cell phone and the texts sent by Becky kept looping in his
mind. What a sucked up feeling it was! His heart was supposed to be the sole property of Becky. But
whenever Molly was hurt and was suffering, somewhere in his heart, he would soften and feel her pain
as well. His heart seemed to have been encroached by Molly. That was wrong, he knew it well.
The car split the darkness of the night with its brilliant lights as it was stopped in the parking lot beside
the villa. Brian got out of the car and then Molly followed. She clenched her teeth to suppress the pain.
As soon as she placed her foot on the ground covered with thick snow, a sharp soreness struck her
hips as though a cord was pulling at her wound. She had to stop as her every single movement was
intensifying that pain.
Molly gritted her teeth harder, unwilling to be looked down upon by Brian, and tried her best to move.
After taking just two steps forward, she was picked up by Brian again. She looked at Brian in
astonishment, feeling both embarrassed and furious for Brian's darkened face.
A warm drift welcomed them as soon as they entered the villa, to dispel the chillness in them.
Without asking Molly's opinion, Brian carried her straight into her bedroom. He put her on her bed and
began to take off her trousers.
His actions were beyond Molly's expectations. With eyes widened in surprise, she pressed her trousers
tightly with her hands and turned her body around. That sudden movement triggered a harsh pain in
Molly's wound, but she didn't have the time to consider it. Naturally, Brian saw her pained face.
"You asked for it," uttered Brian disdainfully. "Let me see how serious the wound is! I need to know
whether the bone is broken or not."
He bent his body and turned Molly around swiftly without even waiting for a signal of approval from her.
To control Molly's body in case she struggled, he fixed her legs in between his. Then he rolled up
Molly's clothes and untied the button on her trousers to reveal her waist and part of her hips, which was
supposed to have been as white as the snow, but they were bruised at the area where the caudal
vertebra was supposed to be. The bruise was quite severe. Brian's face darkened. Her wound was
beyond what he had expected That push was really violent.
Molly blushed in embarrassment. She clenched her teeth in anger as she could not stand Brian's gaze
on her buttocks under such a circumstance. She could imagine the silly picture even without taking a
glance at the scene.
It was true that they had seen each other naked many times. But that didn't mean that she would allow
him to watch her naked hips in such a shameful manner. Her pride wouldn't allow it.
Molly was both embarrassed and vexed. But she could not say a word. She needed to find a way to
vent her anger and grievance. Unable to do anything, she felt as though she was sealed in a narrow
space, her fury swelling up in her body to blow her up inside out. She was frustrated.
Brian glanced at Molly, who looked very fragile and seemed to be on the verge of crying. He removed
his legs and set her free. He walked away. Molly sighed in relief, feeling elated that it was over. To her
surprise, Brian came back with a medicine box. He took out a bottle of ointment from it.
Molly looked at him in amazement. After getting back to her senses, she placed her hands on her
buttocks as soon as possible to hide them. Her face turned red, like a boiled shrimp, as she realized
what Brian was going to do.
Brian walked straight towards the bed calmly, paying no attention to the protest in Molly's eyes. He
strode upon her body and fixed her slender long legs between his again. In a cold tone, Brian
said,"Look at yourself. You almost broke your bones just by taking a walk in a park. This is really
unbelievable! Are you made of porcelain?"
His ironic words made Molly burn in anger. She forgot the embarrassment and tried her best to get her
cell phone. She typed out some sentences, braced herself up and put the cell phone right in front of
Brian.
"And whose fault is it? I wouldn't have tripped if you hadn't pushed me down. I only wanted to take a
look at your bleeding hand! Was that wrong?"
Brian read the message while pouring the ointment into his hand. His heart missed a beat as soon as
the sentence 'I only wanted to take a look at your bleeding hand!' caught his attention. A complicated
feeling surged in him all of a sudden. He didn't expect that he had misunderstood her.
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