Crossroads

Scott devoured the big plate of pasta, savoring every bite, feeling physically and mentally satisfied.

Looking up, he saw Molly in the living room, looking pale and sickly. She barely touched her food, but thankfully, the was obediently drinking water and taking her medicine without coaxing.

"Do you still have a fever?" Scott walked over to help her clear the dishes, noticing her pale face and contemplating whether modrag her to the hospital

"I took my temperature. It's 98.6 degrees. No fever, just a headache, probably a cold" Molly spoke nasally, sluggishly watching Scott take the dishes to the kitchen to wash out of habit, she almost instinctively stood up. "Ill wash them."

Scott put on an apron and turned his head with a somewhat complex expression. "Don't worry I won't break your dishes"All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's not what I meant. It's winter, and there's no hot water from the rap, and you're not used to kitchen work, Molly weakly explained. She used to be his housekeeper and never dared to let the big boss lift a finger.

"Do you think I'm afraid of a bit of cold water!" Scott frowned, seeming annoyed by her nagging. "Go lie down. Doing dishes is easy. Are you hovering here because you don't trust me to handle it?"

"Of course not," Molly replied sullenly. How could she dare doubt him Warching his back as he wore the apron, he seemed to handle it well, but he used too much dish soap, Suddenly, Molly found it a bit amusing.

She turned and went back to her bedroom. She was used to living alone. Her house was usually quiet. The last time a man had been in her kitchen was Oscar Oscar was great at cooking, seamlessly handling knives and pans. Watching him cook had left her in awe. Compared to Oscar, Scott was no match Yet now. Molly found Scott's clumsy dishwashing more endearing. Lying on her bed, closing her eyes, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Maybe it was because she liked him. She didn't know when it started, but she'd secretly liked him for a long time.

After taking her medicine, Molly thought she would be fine after a nap. So, she endured the dull pain in her head without telling him.

Used to being scorned by her mother and bullied by her stepfather and brother, she had learned to be strong. When other girls cried and whined. she knew that after crying, she should buy medicine and treat her wounds because no one would comfort her.

Enduring the pain in her temples, she thought of her ordinary childhood, being bullied and looking dirty, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Scott took half an hour to wash three plates in the kitchen.

He kept rinsing the dishes over and over, constantly doubting whether they were clean enough. Unfortunately, this resulted in water splash out of the sink upon the floor, and he had to fetch a mop. His first thought was how existing it must be for Molly to do housework regularly.

After a long ordeal. Scott finished and went to the living room sofa to sip some coffee. Glancing at the clock next to the TV cabinet, he realized it was already 4 AM.

In the dead of night, a man like him staying in a woman's house...

He looked toward the bedroom, staying silent for three minutes before standing up.

He knew that silly girl Molly liked him, but he was worried he couldn't give her happiness. If he kept dragging this on he would only hurt her Moreover, Chloe's temper might still cause trouble for her in the future.

That day, Scott hadn't intended to fire her. He just didn't want to bring more chaos into her peaceful life.

The cold medicine Molly had taken was on the coffee table. As he stood up hastily, he knocked a box of medicine onto the Boor, Scott picked it up, glancing at it casually, and immediately noticing the medicine was expired.

"Silly Molly," he sighed, tossing the medicine into the trash. "It's been expired for six months, yet she kept s Without tomber thenight.

1. Scott went to her bedom When he touched her forehead, he realized the foolish won had wanted to burn up He leaned close to her car, calling her name softly, but the woman on the bed only turnes uncomfortably in her sleep and didn't wake up Senti stoned by the land, besitating whether to let her sleep or to shake her awake forcefully.

10:28 AM Chapter 320

The thermometer read 100.4 degrees. Her already muddled brain would become even more sluggish if her fever continued through the night.

Looking at her face, flushed with fever and peacefully asleep with her eyes closed, he couldn't bring himself to wake her.

"Women are so troublesome," he muttered under his breath.

Usually, Scott was calm and decisive when handling matters. He could promptly refuse or accept even in his complicated relationship with Chloe. This indecision was out of character for him.

Finally, Scott decided to go out and buy some new fever and cold medicine from a nearby pharmacy.

He had arrived by car with his assistant, but at 4 AM, finding a taxi wasn't easy. After wandering around, he found that the 24-hour convenience store didn't sell medicine. He walked for half an hour before finally spotting a large pharmacy.

By the time Scott returned to her apartment, it was already 3:20 AM.

He prepared half a glass of water and planned to wake Molly to take her medicine. As he approached the bed, the light pink phone on the nightstand rang.

Initially, he thought it was an alarm and reached out to turn it off.

However, seeing the word "Mom" on the screen, he realized it was Molly's mother calling.

The phone's ringing was jarring in the quiet room, grating on his ne

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Scott placed the medicine and water on the nightstand, picked up the phone, and left the room before answering calmly, "Molly has a severe cold and needs rest. Whatever it is, I let her know when she wakes up...

Upon hearing a man's voice, Andrea interrupted him with a loud, accusatory tone, phone in the middle of the night?"

"Who are are you? Where is Molly! Why do you have my daughter's The woman's sharp voice was piercing and unpleasant, making Scott frown as she continued her tirade.

He started to explain patiently, "She has a cold today. I'm at her place.

But Andrea, upon learning that a man was at her daughter's house late at night, immediately flew into a rage. "You're with Molly now? In the middle of the night? You must be taking advantage of my daughter. Em warning you, leave immediately or I'll call the police. And my daughter has a boyfriend. You're not good enough for her. Cut ties with her right now, or you'll regret it!

With a creak, the bedroom door opened behind him.

phone. He turned to look at her.

Molly, still groggy, woke up, vaguely hearing her mother's familiar shrill voice.

She saw Scott holding her p Her mother's angry voice was still blaring through the phone. Scott irritably ended the call with a few taps. He then said to Molly in a cold tone." leaving." Molly felt feverish, her mind muddled, and even her vision was blurry. But she heard his distinctly cold words, "I'm leaving and instinctively ran over and hugged him tightly around the waist.

"Let go," Scott said, his voice conflicted and troubled Molly didn't let go. Instead, she held on tighter, as if afraid that he would never return to her again once he left.

Her soft, feverish body pressed against his back, and Scott could clearly feel her desperate grip.

"Don't go. I know I'm not good enough. I'm not pretty, timid, and have no personality. I hate myself too, Molly murmured, her voice hoarse and pleading. S'a'ch Thi Find ovel. et website on Gøøgl" to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"My colleagues and friends think I'mal useless coward. Hardly anyone truly cares for me. If someone is kind to me, I try my hardest to please them. I don't want to be so pathetic, but I can't help it. I'm worried that if I do something wrong, they'll dislike and ignore me.

"I can endure my mom and brother's beatings and scoldings. Just tell me what I did wrong, but don't leave. If only I were Stephanie." She knew a warnan like her couldn't catch his eye, but she desperately didn't want him to leave.

At this moment, Molly felt like an abandoned pet, filled with panic and insecurity.

She was afraid he would ignore her from now on. Pressing her tear-streaked face against his back, she spoke through her tears. "You're wonderful. Scott, stiff with discomfort, spoke slowly.

She was so easily brought to tears.

Scott couldn't fully understand his feelings. Surprise, joy, but mostly self-loathing.

Unlike her, he wasn't confused. He knew from the start about her feelings for him. As a rational and logical person, he shouldn't have involved himself with her.

Scott didn't like Molly's mother just from hearing her voice, but she was right about one thing. He wasn't good enough for Molly.

Years ago, he had caused his brother's death. Chloe was his brother's fiancée, and Andy was his brother's kid. It was all his fault. So he had to take responsibility for Chloe's and Andy's life Someone like him didn't deserve happiness.

"The medicine you took before was expired. There's a new one and water on the nightstand. You can... He tried to pry her hands off, his tone deliberately cold.

But the woman clinging to him panicked. "Don't go, pleasel Scott, don't ignore me. Stay with me," she said.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at her. This woman, sick and delirious, still clung to him, begging pathetically. The more he looked at her pitiful face, the harder it was for him to harden his heart.

Scott turned around and lifted her tear-stained face, looking directly into her eyes. "Molly, do you know what it means when you ask a man to stay!" His voice was slightly unsteady, and his words were not entirely clear. "Molly, listen carefully. I don't love you."

He tried to say more heartless things as if to remind himself. But the woman before him interrupted, "I can love you. I'll love you secretly." Scott felt a tremor in his heart. "Do you really want me to stay?" he asked softly, his resolve wavering.

Yes," she said. Molly truly was foolish.