‘It’s just a second breast development,‘ Shermaine thought. She said nonchalantly, “You can get it too.”
Molly asked, “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Find a man.”
‘Aman? What a hassle. Since when do men have that function?‘ Molly wondered.
Molly studied Shermaine’s expression. She didn’t seem to be joking. But the word “man” alone was enough to put her off.
“Trance told me you got engaged to some guy after returning home. Is this pretty boy the one?” Molly turned her gaze to Roy who had been chatting and laughing with Shermaine earlier.
‘He’s good–looking but definitely not a match for Shermaine. Too wimpy,’ Molly thought.
Roy hated being called a pretty boy. Normally, anyone who dared call him that would pay. He’d make them call him “daddy” until he was satisfied.
But when Molly said it, he wasn’t angry at all. Instead, his heart was pounding wildly when she looked at him, and a hot flush was racing through his body like a fire raging inside.
‘Oh, crap,‘ he thought.
He had never felt anything like this before.
Roy wasn’t new to dating, but he’d always been the one to get dumped. Breakups usually went like-“Go live with your games, you playboy.”
And there was that time when he didn’t realize Shermaine was the hacker who had completely outclassed him–he had been completely smitten, and Henry had made fun of him for ages, calling him a fool.
But once he found out that Milady was Shermaine, he’d accepted it pretty calmly.
He’d never felt such a strong rush of heart–pounding for any woman before.
Molly was like a love potion to him.
Shermaine shook her head and introduced, “Roy Shay, my husband’s best friend from childhood.” Seeing that Roy was staring blankly at Molly, she called him over. Since being with Joshua, she could spot romantic feelings at a glance. “Molly Hill, one of my few friends.”
Roy grinned brighter than a blooming sunflower and extended his hand. “Hello, Ms. Hill.”
The members of Roy’s esports team gawked at their boss. He was smiling like a cuddly golden retriever, all soft and meek, a stark contrast to his usual foul–mouthed outbursts. It was obvious he’d been hypnotized by Molly.
‘So Roy has a thing for fiery, sexy cat–like women? The catch is, such women are tough to handle. Roy’s a total pushover. Can he really manage?‘ they wondered.
If Roy caught wind of their thoughts, he’d snarl back, “You’re the pushover. Your whole family’s pushovers. I’m a puppy outside the sheets, a wolf in them!”
Molly thought his smile looked just like her husky, so she reached out to shake his hand. “Mr. Shay.”
Roy barely dared grip her hand. He was burning up, parched, and desperate for a swig of water. “Are you mixed race?”
“Yep.”
“Your eye color is stunning.”
Chapter 334
“Thanks.” Molly pulled her hand back. “Shermaine, which hotel are you at? I’ll give you a ride
“Hilton Hotel,” Shermaine replied,
Molly’s stretch Lincoln could seat six or seven.
She’d even arranged a luxury car for Roy’s team–a total CEO move.
The limo was stocked with pricey champagne and snacks. While Molly was on a call, Roy whispered to Shermaine, “Milady, how old is Ms. Hill? is the seeing anyone?”
“Twenty–six. Single.” Molly had always disdained men, likely due to her upbringing. In Ustrana, she’s the aristocracy’s most sought–after yet untamable socialite.
AD
