No Wife, No Life Chapter 301

Molly's breath hitched. Didn't anyone know the president of the Davis Group loved playing pranks? She was exhausted.

She angrily grabbed a school uniform dress and put it on.

Leaning against the door, Molly cleared her throat softly, "Arthur."

She then extended a hand to make a small heart shape, peeking her head out.

Arthur's deep eyes softened with indulgence as he watched her jump into the room, a smile on his face.

She tilted her head slightly, raising her arms above her head to form a big heart, as if expressing her love through the gesture.Her eyes scintillated like a celestial canopy adorned with luminous stars, her gaze entirely captivated by his presence, reflecting nothing but his image in their depths.

Arthur silently watched Molly, the memory of the girl in a school uniform from their youth becoming blurry, replaced by the person she had become.

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Brett Aguilar didn't originally have time to go to the recording studio, but Leroy said the whole team would be there, so he went.

When he walked into the studio, he saw Molly already there.For some reason, Brett felt a tightness in his chest, like something had pricked him.

He stared at Molly inside, silent.

Molly looked up and saw the complex emotions in Brett's eyes. Even through the glass, she could feel his emotions.

Did Brett have such complicated feelings for her?

Molly thought she might be overthinking it. She calmly nodded at Brett outside.

Brett smiled at her.

There was no doubt, he had fallen for Molly.

But Molly didn't think much of it. She was immersed in her recording and didn't notice the studio door opening.

When she met Arthur's deep eyes, she was startled.

Molly's eyes curved into a smile.

Leroy didn't expect to see the president of the Davis Group here. He paused his work and went over to greet him.

Arthur casually said, "It's nothing; I'm just here to take a look." His tone was indifferent.

Leroy nodded repeatedly, then signaled Molly to continue recording.

Arthur glanced at Molly in the recording booth. Molly secretly made a small heart with her hand, and Arthur's mood seemed to improve, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

Molly resumed recording.

Arthur watched Molly's every captivating move on the screen, his eyes flickering. At that moment, he also noticed Brett nearby.

Arthur's sharp gaze detected the unusual look in Brett's eyes.

Arthur's piercing gaze was like a knife aimed at Brett.

Before his departure due to an impending meeting, Arthur cast one final glance at Molly, subsequently sending her a message.

[I'll pick you up after work.]

During a break, Molly saw the message and replied with an emoji to show she understood.

It wasn't until ten at night that Molly finished recording all her lines. During this time, Brett stayed outside, watching her finish all her scenes.

He stared at Molly on the big screen, watching her rain scene, watching her fall into a pool of blood. Brett's eyes were heavy, filled with deep emotion.

When Molly came out, Brett approached her, hesitating before saying, "Molly, I think I've fallen for you."

Molly was stunned.

So it wasn't just her imagination; he really had feelings for her.

She looked up.

Brett's gaze was calm, as gentle as it was in the scenes.

"Molly, can you give me a chance?"

Molly's smile froze.

She took a step back and slowly said, "The filming of 'Mist' is over. I'm not Miley from the show. I've left her in 'Mist' forever."

Brett's eyes darkened.

Brett's eyes were fervent, but there was a newfound calmness. "I like you; I really like you."

Brett's lips moved, "I'll treat you well. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. I just hope you'll give me a chance to pursue you."

Molly leaned lazily against the wall, laughing. Her laughter sent shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow, "I'm not interested in you at all, got it?"

Brett didn't leave. Instead, he stepped closer and grabbed her hand. "I really like you."

Molly's expression changed slightly, her smile turning cold. "A lot of people like me. Do I need to respond to everyone? Let go!"

Molly shook off Brett's hand, coldly saying, "Mr. Aguilar, neither I nor Miley like you. Be rational, okay?"

Brett, in a moment of excitement, grabbed Molly's waist, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Miley, don't like him. Give me a chance; come with me. I won't let you die. I'll make you happier than anyone."

He had gone mad, too deep into the role.

Before she could speak, Brett felt a strong force pulling him aside. Then, he was kicked hard into the corner.

Molly was stunned for a moment, looking up to see Arthur's ruthless, unfeeling eyes.

He clenched his fists, a barely suppressed rage emanating from him like a beast ready to explode.

At that moment, he looked at Molly with icy eyes.

Brett was completely stunned. He had seen Arthur before, knew he was the president of Davis Entertainment Company, but why was Arthur kicking him? What was his relationship with Molly?

Brett was shocked, looking at the tall, imposing Arthur in front of him, feeling a chill in his heart. "Mr. Davis."

He coughed, his throat dry, "What do you mean, Mr. Davis?"

Arthur's gaze was cold, not saying a word.

Molly quickly stepped forward, grabbing Arthur's hand, "He's my husband."

This answer caught Brett off guard, leaving him speechless for a moment.

Arthur looked down at Molly, feeling her fingers drawing circles in his palm, as if pleading.

He pressed his lips tightly, giving Molly a deep look.

"Mr. Aguilar didn't know we were married, and he likes the character Miley. He just sees me as Miley," Molly hurriedly explained. 

She did this to prevent Arthur from making things difficult for Brett in the future.

Despite Brett's high status in the entertainment industry, offending capital could still ruin him.

Besides, Brett didn't know about her marriage, so he couldn't be entirely blamed. She didn't want Brett to be blacklisted for such a strange reason.

"He didn't know we were married, but did you forget?"

Arthur's face was dark, anger simmering in his chest, ready to erupt.