Chapter 595

After Molly finished her work, she woke Roy up and had her man come to pick him up. Hilary had no idea Riby had returned; she was still planning to set up a blind date.

When Roy left the manor, his hands were still cuffed. Molly’s men teased him along the way, but he didn’t care. He only showed his soft side to Molly; in front of others, he remained cold.

While waiting for the green light, the bodyguard driving glanced at Roy in the rearview mirror. He was wearing a black sweater, looking sexy. The handcuffs added a hint of sexiness to him.

The bodyguard thought, “So this is the type of man Ms. Hill likes, and they really play hard.”

The bodyguard asked curiously, “Mr. Shay, between you and Ms. Hill, who’s on top?”

Roy pressed his lips. “I did something wrong, so now I’m the one being played with.”

The bodyguard laughed and said, “So, you’re the bottom.”

Roy didn’t defend himself. He didn’t even get a chance to touch Molly now–she wouldn’t let him. Besides, he didn’t mind Molly taking the initiative; he liked that.

Thinking of something, he couldn’t help licking his lips. Then he lifted his hands, stared at them in a daze, and found himself envying his own hands.

The car reached the airport, and Roy boarded a helicopter. They headed to Bardington, a beautiful coastal city.

Upon arrival, Roy was taken to a seaside villa.

The bodyguard said, “Ms. Hill will be back once she’s done with work. Wishing you a happy night.”

Roy was thrilled to hear this—it was exactly what he wanted. It seemed Molly had brought him here for a vacation.

With the longevity plan mostly dealt with, Shermaine went to see Roy before returning to Basterel. At that moment, Roy was fast asleep on a beach chair.

Then, his sharp senses told him someone was approaching. Roy opened his eyes and saw Shermaine. He said delightedly, “Shermaine, you’re here.”

Shermaine laughed when she saw the handcuffs on his hands. “You enjoy these tricks, do you?”

Roy felt embarrassed by the tease.

Shermaine took out a potion. “Take this. It can eliminate the werewolf gene in your body. But as I said, some wolf genes will remain—there’s no helping that.”

Roy nodded. “I get it. It’s good to keep some.” After the avalanche, he’d suddenly found he wasn’t so repelled by being a werewolf anymore.

At least, being a werewolf made him stronger, letting him protect Molly in dangerous situations. So, keeping some werewolf genes wasn’t bad.

As Shermaine loaded the potion into a syringe, Roy rolled up his sleeve.

Shermaine injected him. “This is an improved version. It won’t hurt, but it’ll make you sleep. Perfect—you’ll wake up just as Molly arrives.”

Roy felt no pain, but drowsiness washed over him. “Thank you, Shermaine.”

Shermaine nodded. “Enjoy your time with Molly these days. Once you’ve had enough fun, remember to go back to Wallington—your family’s worried sick about you.”

“Shermaine, can you tell my family I’m okay now? I’ll go back in a while,” Roy said.

Shermaine replied, “Joshua already told your parents. They know you’re with Molly and want you to bring her along when you come back.”

At the thought of taking Molly home, Roy grinned foolishly. “Got it, thanks, Shermaine.”

Shermaine left. Roy was so sleepy that he went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. He fell into a deep sleep at once, and when he woke up, he felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed. It was Molly.

Roy leaned against her softly. “Momo, when did you get here? Why didn’t you wake me?”

Molly asked gently, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Roy shook his head. He felt nothing strange—he’d just slept. Roy tried to turn into a wolf again but failed, though he did feel a surge of greater strength.

The potion Shermaine gave him not only removed the werewolf gene but also strengthened his body. Of course, this enhancement only worked for Roy, as his physical constitution was unusual.

“Momo, I haven’t seen you for half a day. I missed you so much,” Roy said.

Molly smiled at his cute look. “Let’s eat.” She pinched his ear again. “Otherwise, how will you have the energy to be toyed with by me tonight?”

At that, Roy’s wolf ears popped out.

Molly pinched them again. “Why are they out again? Did Shermaine’s potion not work?”

Feeling her touch, Roy’s breathing quickened. “Shermaine said the werewolf gene can’t be fully removed. Momo, I can’t turn into a wolf anymore.” But these ears annoyed him.

Molly smiled and said, “It’s fine, you don’t need to. But these ears are cute, so it’s okay.”

This made Roy so happy that he hugged Molly onto the bed. He kissed and teased her, coaxing, “Momo, can you take the handcuffs off?”

Molly was indeed turned on, but she was far more patient than Roy. She said, “No. Get up now and go downstairs to eat.”

Roy was devastated. He’d been cuffed like this for a week.

That week, Roy felt like he was being roasted alive. Molly toyed with him in new ways every day, and he was really at his limit.

It was another bright, sunny day. Roy woke up feeling something was off, but Molly was no longer by the bed—she’d gone back to Loang.

He immediately took a cold shower, but it did nothing. The odd feeling in his body made him think of one possibility—his mating season.

Roy fell silent, then forced himself to endure. After a whole night of enduring, he realized Molly hadn’t returned when she usually would.

Meanwhile, Molly was in Loang. Hillary had called her home, and Molly thought she really hadn’t had a meal with her mother in a long time, so she went back.

However, Molly never expected Hillary to throw a party, with only men in attendance. There were women, too—all the ladies Hillary was friendly with.

As soon as they saw Molly, their eyes lit up, eager to introduce their sons to her. But Molly was too cold; she disdained socializing, like a high and mighty queen.

Molly pulled Hillary aside, frowning. “What are you doing?”

Hillary said, “I heard you got yourself a boy. You can play with men casually, but your husband must be someone who matches your status.”

Molly scoffed. “Do you know my boy’s name?”

Hillary said, “What does that matter?”

“His name is Roy,” Molly said.

Hillary fell silent. She couldn’t oppose that Molly was going to marry Roy.

Molly lit a cigarette and said casually, “Do you think I’ve been rushing through work lately for no reason? In a couple of days, I’m going with him to Wallington to meet his parents.”

Molly flicked ash from her cigarette and went on, “Mom, please prepare gifts for when I visit his family. As for tonight’s party, handle it yourself.”

Hillary was short of words.