Chapter 369

Molly had a soft spot for Roy’s antics. She had encountered his type before, but she had never indulged them. Yet Roy’s charm struck the perfect balance—just earnest enough to be endearing, never crossing into desperation.

When he clung to her, she nudged him off. “Alright, let’s get you back to your hotel.”

Roy didn’t press further. Instead, he caught one of her fingers, beaming, “Momo, you’re the best.”

Molly said coolly, “You’re Sheary’s friend. Of course, I’d look out for you.”

The light in Roy’s eyes dimmed in an instant. He looked down, silent. Selfishly, he hoped that her kindness was for him alone. He knew Molly was aware of his feelings, and this was her way of drawing a line without outright rejection.

Molly thought, ‘Little cutie is sulking?’

She didn’t coddle him, simply took his hand and led him to the car, umbrella in her hand. Moments later, the red Ferrari vanished into the night.

Beckett, who had tailed them the entire way, watched with jealousy burning in his eyes. He thought, fuming, ‘Who is that guy? Molly never goes out of her way for anyone, let alone let them touch her.’

The image of Roy embracing Molly, and her allowing it, sent rage coursing through Beckett. Years of knowing her, and they had never so much as hugged. He had assumed she despised all men, and he was the exception.

Beckett thought, flooring the accelerator to follow, ‘That scheming bastard! I’ll end him.’

The red sports car pulled up to the hotel entrance. Molly stepped out first, tossing the keys to a valet.

Roy followed, his clothes still damp from the rain. The moment the wind hit him, he sneezed, his body trembling with chills yet radiating heat. After nearly an hour in the downpour, a fever was inevitable.

Molly reached up, pressing her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Roy leaned into her touch, savoring the chill against his overheated skin. His voice was hoarse from the onset of illness. “Momo, your hand feels so nice.”

Seeing him nuzzle against her like a contented puppy, Molly couldn’t help but chuckle. She pinched his cheek. “I should call you Roy the Puppy.”

Roy’s eyes fluttered shut. “Call me anything you want.” Besides, Roy the Puppy sounded like an endearment. He would gladly accept.

Molly shook her head in amusement. “I’ll call a doctor.”

“Mm.” Roy had hoped to use his fever as an excuse to cling to her further, but hotel staff swooped in, fussing over him with water and concern.

Roy rolled his eyes.

As Molly dialed her family doctor, the elevator doors slid open. She grabbed Roy’s hand and stepped inside.

Beckett, who had been following them all the way, stormed forward angrily. He spat, “Momo, so this is your urgent matter? A hotel rendezvous with this bastard?”

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