Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Chapter 372

President Jay suddenly keeled over. He didn’t even have the strength to beg for mercy and just passed out right there on the ground.

Hunter looked at Molly lying in front of him, who looked so pitiful. He pulled up the dress she was wearing under her suit jacket.

"Hunter," Molly was still crying, her face as red as an apple. She unconsciously clung to Hunter’s clothes, as if she was scared he would leave.

"Don’t worry, I’m here," Hunter picked her up.

Molly weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing quietly against his chest. This was the first time a girl had cried in his ear. Hunter felt as if an invisible hand was tugging his heart. It was uncomfortable, and he felt guilty. If only he had been more careful, none of this would have happened.

"It’s so hot. I feel awful," Molly sobbed quietly, her face already as red as an apple.

Hunter held her as they entered the elevator. "Just hold on a little longer. The doctor will be here soon."

Molly leaned against his neck, in agony.

"Molly," Hunter’s voice was full of restrained control. Her breath on his neck was a bit warm and somewhat seductive.

"I feel horrible, Hunter," Molly’s small face was rubbing against his face, her soft lips brushing against his skin and even his earlobe.

Hunter’s breath quickened. "Behave."

"I really feel horrible."

"I know."

From the moment they were in the guest room, Hunter knew she had been drugged.

Finally, they reached the garage, and Hunter put her in the back seat of the car. But Molly didn’t want to let go. "Don’t leave."

"I’ll be right here in front," Hunter removed her hand, hoping she would calm down.

"Hunter, don’t leave," Molly’s eyes were filled with tears, clutching his clothes. Her eyes were full of a hint of grievance like she was acting spoiled.

Hunter tried to soothe her, but it was no use. Feeling helpless, he had to take her in a cab.

He didn’t take Molly back to Reflections Villa but gave the taxi driver his private address, urging the doctor to hurry.

Molly was held in his arms, mumbling, and fidgeting restlessly. She was pushing Hunter’s patience and restraint of over twenty years to their limits.

This restless little kitten.

The driver up front saw the girl mumbling uncomfortably in Hunter’s arms and thought she was drunk. "Young man, how could you let your girlfriend drink so much? Alcohol is bad for the body. She looks really uncomfortable. You should make her some greasy breakfast food when you get home. A man should take care of his woman, don’t you agree?"

Hunter agreed with the last part, "Hmm."

Molly’s soft lips brushed against Hunter’s earlobe, she mumbled softly, "Hunter." This touch, this call, completely shattered Hunter’s sanity. He turned his head, and their lips met.

"Oh, these young people," the driver didn’t dare look again and focused on driving.

Hunter felt Molly’s lips against his, and he became statue-like, motionless. Molly tasted sweet, and her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt terrible, but the kiss eased her pain. She was desperate and eager to get more from Hunter.

Molly kissed Hunter for a long time. He eventually closed his eyes, and his fingers ran through her hair, deepening the kiss.

Molly’s kiss was unskilled; it was clear she had no experience. But like an unripe fruit, it attracted him to explore further.

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