No Wife, No Life Chapter 295

Molly curled up in his arms, her eyes red, like a wounded kitten.

"Harper, it hurts," she whimpered.

Arthur's eyes darkened, and the air around him seemed to drop several degrees. 

He pushed Molly away, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

"Harper, again? Even now, you're thinking about her?" he muttered under his breath.

She was burning up with fever, her mind foggy and delirious. She bit her lip hard, but still murmured Harper's name.

Arthur fixed his gaze upon Molly before seizing her chin with such force that his grasp left crimson imprints upon her delicate skin.

She was crying, lost in a childhood dream. The last time she was this sick, Harper had stayed by her side.

Hence, she remained convinced that the individual accompanying her on this occasion was Harper still.

In her dream, Harper rolled up his sleeves, placed a damp cloth on her forehead, and fed her warm water.

She remembered Harper telling her the story of Snow White, saying they couldn't hide in an ivory tower like naive princesses. They didn't need knights, princes, or dwarfs; they were strong enough to defeat the evil queen on their own.

She had dwelt within this dream for an interminable duration—long enough for Snow White to transform into Cinderella, for the sun to descend and the moon to ascend, for the warm sunlight beyond the window to vanish, yielding to the descent of the moon's austere, frigid glow.

Finally, Molly felt the pain in her head subside a bit and tried to open her eyes. But she had a vague sense that a venomous snake was coiled nearby, watching her coldly. If she opened her eyes, it would strike.

"Harper, Harper, Harper," she murmured, calling out to Harper for help.

"Molly, wake up," Arthur said, his voice tense.

Hearing her call Harper's name even in her unconscious state, Arthur's face grew darker, but she seemed trapped in a nightmare, crying incessantly. 

Arthur had no choice but to call her name, trying to wake her.

Eventually, Molly woke up, dazed and confused, and saw Arthur.

Arthur rubbed her temples. She stared blankly for a moment, then held his hand, nuzzling it affectionately.

If she hadn't been calling Harper's name in her sleep, he might have believed Molly truly depended on him.

But she looked so pitiful at that moment, her face flushed with illness.

Molly sat up, leaning against the headboard, her head still throbbing. She clutched her head and croaked, "I dreamed about Harper and me when we were kids."Arthur remained silent, deep in thought.

Molly looked up at him, her face earnest. "Harper is really good."

Then she emphasized, "Really, really good."

Arthur felt a pang of bitterness.

"Harper told me that fairy tales bear considerable distinction from reality. The princesses always have to rely on men to survive. Harper said it's better to be a little witch than that kind of princess."

Molly's eyes sparkled. "I think Harper was right."

She was lost in thought for a moment. "It was a good dream."

Arthur continued to stare at her. She always looked so content when she mentioned Harper.

He looked at her intently, then changed the subject. "Are you hungry?"

Following her blood extraction, Molly had been in a state of profound slumber. Due to her weakened physical condition, she remained in a state of hazy unconsciousness for precisely a full day and night, and was presumably famished.

Molly chuckled. "I'm not hungry, just tired."

She lay back down, looking like she was about to fall asleep again.

She lay there, sick and curled up under the covers, like she was trying to escape something.

"Eat something before you sleep," Arthur said, his voice softening.

She burrowed her head into the covers, refusing to eat.

Arthur was momentarily taken aback, gently caressing her long tresses saturated with perspiration, before delicately holding the cup of hot chocolate and carefully inserting the straw between her lips.

The hot chocolate was warm and sweet. She consumed the entire cup with evident satisfaction, then affectionately nuzzled his hand before retreating beneath the covers and succumbing once more to slumber.

She had no idea what had happened in the past two days.

Meanwhile, Xavia's fans had been closely following Molly's situation, bombarding her with messages, demanding an explanation.

At this point, Arthur instructed his assistant to suppress the news and inform them that Molly was hospitalized with a severe illness.

Xavia's fans scoffed at this explanation, not believing it for a second.

Getting sick right after an incident? How could it possibly be such an extraordinary coincidence that Xavia was hospitalized, and consequently, she was admitted as well?

No one believed the official statement from the Davis Entertainment Company, thinking Molly was just making excuses to avoid addressing the issue.

Two days later, when Molly felt better, she remembered she had a variety show to attend. She checked her phone and realized she had missed it.

But given the circumstances, even if she had remembered, she wouldn't have been able to record the show.

She then saw hundreds of messages and many missed calls.

Her heart sank, sensing something big had happened.

She opened WhatsApp and saw messages from the production team and her top fan, who had been sending hourly updates and news links.

Molly quickly contacted her top fan and learned what had transpired.

She had only been sick for two days, but so much had changed.

Scrolling through Twitter, she couldn't help but laugh, amused by what she saw.

The first thing she watched was the stabbing video. The person filming had shoved the camera right in the man's face, but he remained unresponsive.

If he had seen the camera and still claimed to be her fan, attacking Xavia for her sake, it was ridiculous. Could anyone be that stupid?

Just then, Arthur walked in, seeing Molly's smiling eyes. He raised an eyebrow. "Feeling better?"

"Much better."

Molly fiddled with her phone, casually asking, "Did you know about the news with Xavia and me?"

Arthur paused, staring at her with an unreadable expression, not saying a word.

Molly closed her eyes and sighed softly. "You know, right? First loves really do have a special charm."

In the past, any negative news about her would be quickly suppressed by the Davis Group. But this time, the scandal hadn't been contained, likely because it involved Xavia, and he didn't want her to be hurt, so Molly had to take the fall.

Molly pursed her lips and said calmly, "Can you do me a favor? I want to meet this fake fan and have a friendly chat."

She blinked, as if making a promise. "Don't worry, I won't let the media drag Ms. Williams into this."