Chapter 354

Ray remained blissfully unaware that Molly's bodyguards saw him as a gold digger. His mind was too busy scheming ways to lure her into his room for "just a minute."

They reached his floor in no time. When the elevator doors opened, Roy's teammates were greeted by the sight of him draped over a stunning, sharply dressed woman who radiated authority. Yet, somehow, they looked right together.

They had met Molly at the airport before—a billionaire heiress and Shermaine's close friend. Back then, Roy had already been half in love.

The team exchanged glances before hastily stepping aside. Molly had intended to hand Roy off to them, but they waved her off. "Ms. Hill, mind looking after him? We're heading out for late-night snacks."

"Yeah, we've got plans," one added. "And then hitting the clubs."

With that, they squeezed into the elevator, gave Molly cheerful farewell waves, and immediately mashed the door-close button.

With no choice, Molly hauled Roy to his door. "Roy, where's your keycard?"

Roy nuzzled her shoulder. "Momo, get it for me."

His puppy-dog act worked. Molly chuckled, "Which pocket?"

"I don't know," he mumbled.

Molly patted him down. Roy instantly regretted his gambit. His ears burned crimson, and when her hand brushed his thigh pocket, his whole body jerked. Then, warm blood trickled from his nose. He tilted his head back, clutching his face.

Molly burst out laughing as she swiped the card and opened the door. "Virgin?"

Roy blinked up at her, mortified. "Will you make fun of me?"

"No." Molly had never dated men. But a male virgin in Ustrana was as rare as a unicorn. Amused, she added, "Why would I care? You're not my man."

Roy fell silent, blood still trickling from his nose. He grabbed tissues, pressing them on his face as he mumbled in a wounded, boyish voice, "Momo, I'm only like this with you." The mix of embarrassment and dejection was almost comical.

He wanted to ask again—whether he could pursue her. But Molly pressed a finger to his lips before the words could escape. "Pets are enough trouble. I'm not adopting another one right now."

That was a rejection. Roy's eyes dimmed, his heart cracking audibly. He thought, 'She turned down someone as cute as me? But she totally likes me! I also have abs.' He hung his head. "I'd be good."

Molly only smiled. Romance was the last thing on her agenda, especially with Roy, whose path would never align with hers. Her career would never move back to Wallington, and Roy was leaving soon anyway. She was building an empire; love had no place in her plans.

Tonight's alcohol had lent her patience, but now sobriety sharpened her tone. "I'm heading back. Rest up."

Roy's chest ached, but he refused to give up. Persistence, not desperation, was his style. "Goodnight, Momo," he said softly.