Classic Novel
Chapter 120
Before leaving, he shot Harriet a sharp look, only to be met with Delbert’s
piercing gaze.
In the kitchen, Molly heard the door opening and thought it was the housekeeper Karen. “Karen, come help me tie my apron,” she said.
But there was no response. Only a tall figure loomed behind her, exuding a daunting aura. A pair of big hands held her waist and fastened the strings of her apron.
Molly tensed up as she recognized the owner of these hands.
It was their first close contact since Nora’s birthday party a month ago, and Marc was sober this time. Marc noticed Molly’s weight loss, and her waist was so thin.
In just a month, she had become bony, as if he had mistreated her.
“Why are you here?” Molly squirmed, turning around to face him.
Marc pressed her against the wall, causing her pain and tears.
His piercing gaze bore into her. “Molly, don’t try any tricks in front of Delbert and Harriet!” His chilling words left Molly feeling frozen in the sunny kitchen.
It turned out he was just a manipulative woman in his mind.
Molly closed her eyes in pain. When she opened them, the mist in them made her look vulnerable and innocent. She seemed as defenseless’as a rabbit.
Marc’s throat tightened involuntarily.
But Molly's words reignited the unnamed anger within him.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Don’t worry! | won’t play games. Once Mr. Delbert and Miss Harriet leave, we'll go to City Hall and get a divorce! We'll part ways!”
‘Part ways? Who is she going to after divorcing me? Her old flame?‘ He wondered. +15 BONUS
It was quite likely the case. Her innocent and pure look was what those men liked. If she beckoned, they’d eagerly come to her bed, just like him.
Although divorce was his desire, now that it was on the table, panic gripped him. Marc’s gaze turned colder. He almost blurted out, “Divorce? Not happening!” Thankfully, the phone interrupted his impulse.
He glanced at Molly before answering the call.
Molly caught sight of the caller ID on the screen.
It was Lula calling.
“Lula,” he murmured, his voice carrying a tender tone of affection.
Then, as if wary of Molly, he glanced at her and turned around.
“Don't cry. What’s wrong? Do you need me with you?” He murmured soothingly before ending the call. L
The look on his face was a troubled one.
Lula just told him that she was going to apologize to Delbert and Harriet that night.
He wondered how Lula had offended them.