No Wife, No Life Chapter 284

Arthur's eyes revealed a hint of pain, and in the end, he gently kissed Molly's lips, as if to comfort her.

"Molly doesn't want kids, and honestly, I don't either. For kids who aren't loved by their parents, living is worse than dying."

He sighed softly. "But I have to have a child with Molly."

"What do you take her for?" Frank couldn't hold back his anger and blurted out.

Maybe because his voice was a bit loud, Molly woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Arthur's pained expression. Instinctively, she touched his cheek, her voice carrying a hint of a smile. "Are you still hurting?"

She took his hand and moved it to her shoulder. "Do you want to bite me to distract yourself?"

She smiled. "Maybe that way, you won't hurt as much."

Arthur's eyes flickered as he looked at her bandaged wound.

A vague memory flashed in his mind as he leaned over her wound.

Molly shivered slightly out of habit.

Arthur's hot breath sprayed on her neck as he then kissed gently from her neck to the wound, dropping one soft kiss after another.

She whispered, "It doesn't hurt. The doctor insisted on bandaging it."

"Doesn't it?"

Arthur's voice was hoarse. He bit the wound lightly, and she immediately gasped in pain.

Frank watched quietly, feeling like he was invisible.

Molly didn't want to continue the topic. She smiled and said, "Are you hungry? You just had your stomach pumped, so you can't eat anything spicy. How about I get you some porridge?"

As she got up to leave, she noticed Frank still standing there and paused.

"Breakfast will be delivered," Frank said, looking at Molly deeply, hesitating. "Just stay with him."

"Thanks." Molly didn't stand on ceremony.

Finally, Frank looked at her, said nothing, and left the room almost in a hurry.

Sure enough, not long after, someone brought in some nutritious porridge.

Molly also nibbled on some food while Arthur ate.

After breakfast, Molly chatted with him about funny things from the film set, avoiding the topic of last night.

Arthur listened silently, not saying a word.

She kept talking, as if performing a one-person show.

Arthur suddenly pressed her down on the bed, kissing her breathlessly. She tried to stop him. "No, your body can't handle this right now."

Arthur pressed her tightly, their bodies very close.

Their chests were touching, and their breaths were a bit erratic.

His face was close to hers, their noses almost touching.

He kissed her passionately, his scorching breath cascading upon her visage.

He whispered, "I can."

He continued kissing her, proving his strength with his actions.

Molly moaned, holding onto Arthur, her hands leaving marks on his back.

She felt completely enveloped by Arthur, his presence all over her, unable to escape.

Finally, after several rounds, she lay exhausted on the hospital bed, looking more like the weak patient than Arthur.

The bandage on her shoulder was soaked with sweat, her eyelashes trembling in pain.

Arthur unwrapped the bandage, exposing the unsightly wound, deep bite marks from him, still inflamed and tender.

He looked at it with some regret and wanted to help her treat the wound.

Molly held his hand. "No, I need to shower later. Let the nurse handle it after that."

Arthur looked away, staring at her face for a few seconds.

"Are you close with Gerald?"

His tone was anything but gentle, with a hint of disgust.

"We're just friends." Her tone was calm. "He told me about the party and hoped I could attend."

Molly kissed his lips. "He said you would be there too."

Her eyes were wet, glistening. "I thought you would come to get me. I waited at the villa, but you never came, so I had to find you."

It sounded pitiful, like she had been abandoned.

Arthur's expression softened slightly. Molly took the opportunity to grab his large hand, holding it tightly.

Arthur stared at her with his dim eyes for a few seconds, but his expression softened significantly.

"What are your plans for the future?" Molly sighed, lying in his arms. "I want to win a newcomer award, get an Oscar, make a lot of money, then make movies, and finally start a company, and then..."

Before she could finish, there was a sudden knock on the door. She felt uneasy, looking up warily, hearing a voice she disliked.

"Arthur, can you open the door for me?"

Because they were having sex before, the door was locked from the inside, so Xavia couldn't just walk in.

Molly raised an eyebrow, and before Arthur could react, she kissed his lips provocatively.

 After ensuring her lips appeared slightly swollen, she examined her neck in the mirror, satisfied with the crimson marks adorning her skin.

"Why aren't you opening the door?"

Arthur was impatient.

"I want to meet my rival in the best condition." She sniffed herself. "I smell like you. I wonder if she can tell."

Her words ignited a fire in Arthur.

He was about to lose his temper, but Molly winked at him before going to open the door.

Xavia looked worried. She probably expected Arthur to open the door, not Molly. The words she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

She silently observed Molly, not saying a word.

Molly was beautiful, with delicate features and stunning eyes.

Molly was still in last night's dress, without makeup, her face flushed, sweat rolling down her forehead, her lips swollen, and her eyes misty, looking very seductive.

She really was a temptress!

Xavia's gaze dropped, noticing the red marks on Molly's collarbone.

She knew what they meant and what had just happened, which was why the door was locked.

Molly stood there, completely composed, without a trace of nervousness or timidity. She reclined against the doorframe with her arms elegantly crossed, allowing Xavia to gaze upon her to her heart's content.

She leaned closer to Xavia, flipping her hair.

Xavia was momentarily dazed.

Molly laughed softly in her ear. She provoked, "Can you smell his scent on me? Do you have it?"