Chapter 7 He Is So Dirty

Molly put her hands against Walter's chest, feeling almost dizzy from his fervent kiss.

They had already been married for seven years, and unfortunately, the passion had almost faded away. 'Walter used be so eager for me back when we just got married,' she thought to herself sadly.

Although she was being kissed by him fiercely, she did not want to respond at all.

After what happened today, she gradually calmed down.

More specifically, she became numb.

Meanwhile, as he looked at his tempting wife, Walter couldn't wait to touch her soft body.

But all Molly wanted was to push him away.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. The delivery guy arrived.

Walter desperately wanted the woman in his arms, and the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed. He held Molly tightly with one hand and kept touching buttocks with the other.

However, Molly didn't want to continue, so she tried her best to push him away and whispered, "I'm hungry. You wouldn't want your son to starve, would you?"

Putting on a pitiful expression, she picked up Walter's hand and made him touch her lower abdomen. Even though the fetus in her belly was only two weeks old, it was her key weapon to defeat her competitor.

'If the baby ends up being a boy, I will definitely win!' she thought. She firmly believed that the child in her belly would make Walter change his mind and convince him to stay with her.

The bell rang once more, and after considering the fact that his wife was pregnant, Walter let go of her reluctantly.

Not only was this baby very precious to him, but his parents were also looking forward to it. So of course he would never let Molly and the baby be hungry.

Walter asked, "But how do you know it will be a boy?

What if it is a girl again?"

Molly didn't answer his question. Instead, she looked at the delivery man through the window and asked Walter, "How long are you going to make him wait?"

Walter looked out of the window as well and turned his eyes to his wife who smiled at him in return. He had always liked her calmness. He shook his head helplessly and said, "You naughty woman! Okay, I'll go get the door. Wait for me. I'll take care of you."

He had always loved his wife, but now, he loved her even more.

After Walter left, instead of staying put, Molly went upstairs to change into comfortable clothes.

She knew that she should be doing things that he liked. Otherwise, how would she be able to keep his heart?

She could see how much her husband liked it when she wore the dress.

But today, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She was so tired that she just wanted to please herself.

She took out a set of pajamas from her closet and took off the red dress.

And the moment she took it off, she felt an urge to throw it away. But when her eyes drifted towards it, she hesitated.

"Maybe one day, this dress will be useful," she said to herself.

With that thought, she hung it in the closet.

After she had changed her clothes, Molly went downstairs to the living room. Walter had already set up the table and was just waiting for her

Upon noticing that she had changed out of the red dress, Walter frowned slightly. He was clearly not pleased with it. For a while, he hesitated about whether he should say something about it or not, but he decided not to say anything in the end.

"What? You don't like me wearing like this?" Molly looked at him and asked.

The expression on his face was so obvious, and even though Molly already knew the answer to her question, she still felt unreconciled.

Realizing that he had hurt her feelings, Walter went over to her, held her thin shoulder, and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her hair. Then, he explained softly, "No, I like you no matter what you're wearing. It's just that you look so beautiful in that red dress. It doesn't matter though. You can just show me later. Let's have supper first."

Instead of asking him more questions, Molly sat down to have supper with him silently.

Even though she had changed her clothes, Walter still tried to make the atmosphere romantic.

He lit some candles and played her favorite music.

And the food in front of them also looked very delicious.

Everything was perfect.

But in spite of it all, Molly couldn't shake the thought of that woman's figure and voice.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't enjoy everything in front of her.

That woman was like a poisonous venom that had been injected into Molly's chest and could not be removed.

And she had no choice but to bear it alone.

"Honey, open your mouth."

Walter was being so sweet to her. Molly opened her mouth obediently as a reluctant smile appeared on her face.

If anyone else were there, they would think that she was a soulless puppet.

Molly felt exhausted.

She needed some time alone to calm down and sort out her thoughts.

After dinner, she went upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom.

Coincidentally, Walter was trying to find her.

He had gone back to their bedroom a few minutes ago and found that she was not there, so he went to the bathroom to look for her there.

To his surprise, the door was locked.

Gradually, the smile on his face disappeared.

She never locked the bathroom door. 'What's going on with Molly?' he thought.

"Honey, are you inside?"

The sudden knock on the door startled Molly, and she scrambled to wipe off her tears. After taking a deep breath, she opened the door slowly.

Indeed, she knew that her behavior was quite abnormal, and Walter must be feeling puzzled. But she hadn't figured out what to tell him yet.

"I..."

Walter lowered his head and looked at Molly. To his surprise, he found that her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying.

'Was Molly crying?

Did she lock the door because she didn't want me to know that she was crying?' he thought.

He lowered his head again and saw Molly just standing there with an uneasy look on her face.

She looked like a child who had done something wrong.

As he gazed at his wife's crying face, Walter felt as if his heart was being torn into pieces. He held her lovingly and asked, "What's going on, babe? What happened to you? You can tell me."

He could not understand why she was suddenly crying when she had been fine just a short while ago.

Thinking that she might have gotten wronged, he felt like his heart was being stabbed, and it brought him so much pain.

Wanting to ease her pain, he tried to treat her more with even more tenderness.

In the past, Molly would felt very happy whenever he cared for her, but now, the better he treated her, the more aggrieved she got.

She wanted to control her emotions, but she could not help herself from crying.

"Darling, don't cry. I'll always been with you."

Walter was so afraid of Molly's tears that he panicked.

He lowered his head, gently held up Molly's cheek, and wiped off her tears.

Then, he kissed her with great tenderness, as if she was a treasure.

He left a trail of kisses from the corner of her eye to her delicate lips.

The woman in his arms was crying, and for some reason, the delicate and innocent look on her face gradually excited him.

Slowly, he unbuttoned her clothes, unable to control himself. But Molly just pushed him away instinctively.

She just stood there, her beautiful eyes full of surprise.

She was well aware that it was a good opportunity for them to improve the relationship, and she should have cherished it.

But she gave it up instead.

Molly knew she shouldn't have done that.

But there was only one voice in her mind, and it said, 'He is so dirty!'