"What are you doing?" Brian asked, coming to his senses as he pushed her off.
Defiance flashed in Molly's eyes and a sneer formed on her lips. She said, "Didn't you want to have sex with me just now?" Brian was stunned upon hearing this. She continued to say, "I am your wife. Of course, I must meet your sexual desires. And even earlier when I wasn't your wife, I still did. Although there is no love between you and I, I'll make sure to remember that I am your wife and keep my responsibilities in mind."
Brian got irritated by her words. So furious was he that he thought he was losing his mind. He raised his hand in anger, preparing to slap her in the face.
Molly didn't try to evade it. On the contrary, she smiled wider with taunting eyes, as if to say, "Just do it and let's call it even."
His hand never made it across her face. He hesitated with a heavy heart, his trembling hand still hung up in the air. Gradually, he clenched it into a fist and dropped it to his side.
"Molly, you better remember the things you've said today," Brian said coldly, "Don't you forget your place."
With that, he shot her one last malicious look and then turned around to leave the room.
"Bam!"
Brian slammed the door so hard on the way out to release his anger. Molly jolted in shock at the loud sound, dropping her strong act. She sat up-right on the bed, her head raised as she stared at the ceiling with a vacant expression.
Tears slowly escaped her eyes. She clutched her chest tightly, controlling the pain that was eating her insides out. She found it hard to breathe again. It hurt so much.
*
Spark was leaning against his car lazily. He yawned loudly and folded his arms. It was late at night and he was alone in an empty street. He had his eyes trained on the villa where Molly lived. He had been hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but had no such luck since he began his stakeout. While he yearned to be in her presence, there was nothing else he could do but wait by his car under the starry night sky.
The sound of an approaching car came within earshot, breaking the silence that he had come to appreciate in the past hour. As the car drew closer, a silver Maybach came into view and abruptly halted in front of him.
Spark spared a nonchalant glance at the car before staring at the villa again. That was all he needed. A single look was enough to confirm who was behind the wheels.
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