Chapter 637 When Yousre Downhearted, Nothing Matters (Part One) (2/2)

”Yes.”

Eric gloated and further said, ”Just for me?”

”Yeah, just for you,” Molly paused before answering.

”Great!” he exclaimed.

”Young Master, the meeting is about to begin,”

Lenny called him before Eric could utter any more words. He threw a glance at Lenny who looked professional and imposing in her suit, then bid farewell to Molly, ”Little Molly, a very tedious meeting is waiting for me. Do you have any parting gift to conso

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex. To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him. ”As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses.”She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women...

Molly stopped, swallowed the rice down, then replied, ”I've finished my meal.” Then she turned around to go.

”Molly!”

Brian howled furiously, teeth grinding. She stopped in her tracks and turned sideways to look at him, ”I'm your wife, not your subordinate or your slave. Mind your tone.” Then she slowly turned her back towards him and said, ”If you want to boss me around, you should divorce me. After that, you are free to threaten me into obedience.”

Bang!

Enraged, Brian banged his hand on the table. His tremendous strength made the plates on the table vibrate and jump out of place. He sprang up to his feet and glared at Molly's slender figure. His lips were in a tight line and his veins were popping out.

But that didn't frighten Molly at all. She just turned around to look at him in the eye. She didn't feel a thing, except some sort of inexplainable heartache.

”Brian,” her voice was mechanic, ”you mean nothing to me. You never meant anything to me in the past, and you will have the same place in the future. You're Mark's biological father. That's all.”

Molly swiftly climbed the stairs and shut the bedroom door, escaping from his ruthless and agitated glare. She leaned against the door, then slowly slid to the ground. Aggrieved, she closed her eyes and started weeping silently.

Brian remained downstairs, heartbroken. The food was meticulously prepared by Lisa according to his demand which combined both Molly's preferences and the nutritionists' advice.

”Mr. Brian Long,” Lisa tried to comfort him, ”Don't take it seriously. Mrs. Long is just not in a good mood.”