Chapter 368

It wasn’t that Roy was overly cunning. He just had no other way to see Molly. She had been swamped lately, but with his return flight looming, he had to meet her before leaving.

When Molly heard Roy was lost, she asked, “No one is with you?”

Roy replied, “Nope.”

“Can’t you hail a cab?”

“I lost my wallet.” Roy pulled it out and tossed it into a nearby trash bin, keeping only the cash inside.

Molly sighed, “What’s around you?”

Roy described the area.

“Stay where you are,” Molly told him. “Don’t move.”

Learning that Molly was coming to find him, Roy couldn’t help but burst into laughter, drawing confused looks from passersby. They stared at him like he was an idiot.

In her office, Molly grabbed her bag and keys, striding past her secretary. “Cancel my evening appointments.”

The secretary asked, “Even Beckett’s?”

“Especially his.” Molly had only agreed to dinner to shut her mother up.

“But…”

“Not your concern.”

Beckett, however, seemed to anticipate Molly’s stand-up. He went to her company to pick her up.

When the elevator doors opened, Molly hadn’t expected to see him standing there.

Holding a bouquet of roses, Beckett smiled, “Momo, what luck. The first person I see is you.” He offered the bouquet.

Molly ignored it. “I’m heading out. Dinner’s off.”

Beckett blocked the elevator door, ever the gentleman. “What’s so urgent?”

“Since when do I report to you?” Molly gave him a flat look.

“I just care.” Beckett softened his tone. “We might marry someday. Can’t you spare a little time to build something between us?”

“Marry you?” Molly snorted coldly. “Move.” She yanked his tie, hauling him out, then stepped inside.

Beckett followed. “I’ll come with you.”

Molly rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. When they reached the parking lot, Molly peeled off in a red Ferrari, leaving Beckett fuming in her wake.

Left standing alone, Beckett’s face darkened. He muttered a curse, then pulled out his car keys and got into his black sports car, speeding off behind her. He wanted to see exactly where she was going.

It was already dark outside, and thick fog began rolling in.

Roy had been waiting for a long time, but Molly still hadn’t arrived. Dressed lightly, he shivered in the downpour and was soaked to the bone, but he refused to budge.

When Molly finally arrived, his pink hair was plastered to his face, and his clothes were drenched. She marched over with an umbrella. “Why didn’t you take shelter?”

She thought with a straight face, ‘Even my husky is smarter than him.’

Roy looked up, then lunged, clinging to her like a soaked puppy. “You told me not to move. I didn’t want you to miss me.”

His pitiful act masked his inner glee, ‘I got to hug Momo again. She smells so good. Best day ever!’