Crossroads Confessions by Deirdre Augus novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

When Molly looked up and saw the man before her, she numbly asked him, “What are you doing here?” 

stone steps 

Scott had rushed over, still holding a document bag in his right hand. He frowned as he looked at her, sitting miserably on the dirty sto 

Seeing her tear–streaked face, he suddenly became angry and raised his voice to question her, “I’m asking you, Molly, why are you here 

alone? 

Maybe it was his sudden raised voice and anger that made her eyes fill with tears and grievances, and she was unable to hold back her tears. “I…I don’t know. It seems like everything I do is wrong. I’m so useless.” 

She cried while trying to speak, her words muddled. She looked like someone who was usually very obedient and timid but had been scared out of her wits, unable to stop the tears. 

Scott felt a tightness in his chest, watching her cry so pitifully. He often teased her without seeing her get angry. He wondered who the hell had bullied her this time. 

“Why are your 

dan mark on her cheek 

ir clothes wet? Scott put the document bag aside, squatted to check on her, and noticed a clear slap mark 

Anger surged as he urgently asked. “Who hit you?” 

It had been a long time since anyone had squatted in front of her, speaking to her in such a gentle voice. Molly felt a rush of emotions, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing while trying to explain, I really don’t have so much money they want. What am I supposed to do? I can’t earn that much. I know I’m useless.. 

Scott couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but her soft body clinging to him made him stiffen up for a second, his handsome face showing a hint of tension. 

He rarely had close contact with women 

He sighed, debating whether to push her away. But then he noticed that her body was hot and had a fever. She had wet clothes and had been exposed to the cold wind for who knows how long. 

Scott had come here by coincidence. The company in front had a cooperation deal with him, and after signing the contract, he left with his assistant to head back to the city center. Bored, he glanced out the car window and saw a familiar figure. 

Curious, he walked over and found it was indeed the Silly Molly 

The woman in his arms was still crying as if she had suffered a huge grievance. She probably got picked on too harshly after being a pushover for too long 

He looked down, staring at her tear–streaked face, and after a long hesitation, he said, “Molly, don’t get your tears and snot on my clothes. He tried to tease her like usual, but his tone was much weaker this time. 

Maybe she had been crying too long. The woman in his arms hiccupped and, reacting slowly, angrily shouted, “You! You always say such unpleasant things 

Scon found it amusing. “Becoming bold now that you’re sick? 

“Like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water!” she shouted. 

The “pig” in his arms actually dared to retort, and Scott was both exasperated and amused. Looking at her red nose and pitiful appearance, he wanted to scold her more, but the words wouldn’t come out 

Scott struggled to retrieve his phone from his pocket and called his assistant, instructing him to drive the car in. He then carried the half–conscious Molly to the car’s back seat and gave the address to her home. 

When he got Molly back home, she was already in a semi–comatose state, 

He decided to stay after quickly briefing his assistant on the remaining work. 

Looking at 

at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, Scott couldn’t help but sigh again. 

Stephane had previously left many medical supplies at Molly’s place, so Scott rummaged through the cabinets and quickly found some medicine for a cold arud lugh fever. 

He brought half a glass of water and sat at the bedside, gently lifting her upper busy to rest against his chest. He whispered in her ear, “Molly, wake uje ‘Take stour medicine before you go back to sleep” 

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Scott felt like he was coaxing a child to take medicine, but fortunately, Molly was easy to coax. She instinctively cooperated, as obedient and gentle as her usual self. If it had been Stephanie, it would have been a real headache. 

He gently laid her back down, tucking her in Looking at her tear–streaked face, he felt a mix of complicated emotions and a bit of anger. 

Turning around, he went to the bathroom, wetting a towel with warm water before returning to the bedside. He carefully wiped her face. Molly. seemingly unused to being taken care of, turned uncomfortably. 

“Only get restless when you are sick,” Scout muttered in the complaint. 

But her turning over reminded him of another issue. Her clothes were wet. How was he supposed to change them! 

Although they had stayed in the same suite in Celorium before, heaven knows he spent the night on the sofa, not even taking a 

s taking a second glance at her. Now, facing a living, breathing woman….. 

Scott stood frozen for a minute. T 

The brain that could calmly tackle numerous business problems suddenly felt stuck. 

Actually, he and Chloe had always slept in separate rooms, a fact known only to the two of them. 

“Molly, take off your clothes by yourself, Scott said somewhat playfully to the air, imagining that she could somehow handle this alone, but of COMUNE it was impossible. 

Scott looked at the sleeping woman, wondering if he had been a caregiver for too long. His thoughts were becoming increasingly juvenile. Or perhaps he started acting this way only after meeting Molly. 

In other words, this wornan 

woman was lowering his 1Q 

Five minutes later, Scott’s sharp mind came to a conclusion. He was a man in his thirties, yet he didn’t dare undress a woman. It was truly embarrassing. 

Scott first took off his glasses, hoping that seeing things less clearly would make the task easier. He then walked to the bedside, bent down, lifted the blanket, and mechanically started unbuttoning her coat. He tossed aside her coat and the inner shirt, which he had to pull over her head. 

Next, he removed her shoes and then her damp, black, tight–fisting pants. Sleeping in wet clothes wasn’t good for her. Scott sighed again, turned his head away with a complex expression, and moved stiffly. 

When he finally finished, Scott stood beside the bed, looking at her peaceful, sleeping face. He couldn’t help but make a snarky comment. “Dumb girl wouldn’t know if she was being taken advantage of.