Chapter 10 The Hatred For Molly

She was simple, but she was not stupid.

Vito's eyes were as cold as ice. Not only did Molly see his hatred, but also her heart was filled with it.

Molly didn't withdraw her sight. Instead, she looked straight into Vito's eyes.

She remembered that the first time she met Vito was when she was auctioning her first night.

The two words "ten million" shocked all the people present at that time.

He said, "woman, come with me."

It shocked her. When she looked at this pair of blue eyes for the first time, which were a little familiar but very strange.

She buried the world's most merciless poison for herself, but let her in the heart, just for these blue eyes, portrayed a clear image that will never fade.

"Vito, I feel your hatred for me."

Molly still didn't look away. Her tone was so calm that even Molly couldn't believe it.

"It's been two years. Shouldn't you tell me your deep hatred for me?"

All of a sudden, her chin was raised by someone. Although it was a little difficult, Molly still kept her eyes on Vito's.

There was fire in his blue eyes, which not only hurt her eyes, but also her heart.

"Woman, the answer is not what you want to know."

Cold, very cold.

Such a cold voice instantly brought Molly to the north pole, which was fifty degrees below zero.

Vito loosened his grip all of a sudden, which caught her off guard. Molly almost fell on the bed again.

Her hands steadied the center of gravity. When Molly came to her senses, Vito had leaned against the elegant and noble golden decorated door. He crossed his arms over his chest, expressionless.

"Woman, why don't you leave now? Are you going to eat the bed or sofa here to fill your stomach?"

Suddenly, Molly thought of something and looked at Vito in disbelief.

"Mr. Vito, do you mean to invite me to dinner?"

Vito scratched his hair impatiently and his face was full of impatience. He comforted himself in his heart. He just didn't want Molly to lose face for himself. Vito didn't want others to think that his lover was like an African refugee, who couldn't even fill her stomach.

"You can choose not to go."

As soon as Vito finished his words, Molly got out of bed nimbly and began to look for her shoes. She was almost starved to death. It made no sense that she wouldn't go to have a big meal.

'What! Where is the other shoe? Did it fall under the bed?'

Molly lay down on the floor, her clear eyes searching under the bed, but she still didn't see the other shoe.

"Get up! You are already twenty years old, but you still look like a child. "

Looking up at Vito who was looking down at her with a condescending face, Molly found the other shoe in his hand.

She quickly got up from the ground, grabbed the shoes from Vito's hands, and put them on. Then Molly opened her brown eyes and looked at Vito with admiration.

"Where did you find my shoe? I'm only twenty years old. I should have been a child. But you, who is about to be in your thirties, always pull a long face. You seem to be fifty or sixty years old. I don't know if I should call you uncle or Grandpa. "

On purpose, Molly didn't look at Vito's face. She knew that Vito must be livid with rage at the moment. And he wished he could kick her out of the window.

"Molly Jing."

The two words full of anger rang in her ears. Molly raised her hand, made a gesture of salute to a soldier and answered in a vigorous manner.

"Yes."

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Vito's face turned livid with constipation. A moment later, he squeezed a few words from his teeth.

"Have you ever seen a granddaughter having sex with her grandfather?"

Said Molly in a pretended relaxed tone, two red streaks quickly flying up to her cheeks.

"Yes! You are just a pervert Grandpa. "

Vito got angry. He deliberately drew closer to Molly and instantly threw her on the bed.

The original two blushes had spread to her whole face. Molly thought that her face must be as red as the butt of a burning monkey now.

After two years, she knew very well about Vito's style of "doing these things". He liked to be straightforward. It was rare for him to be like this now. It seemed that he was less domineering and more gentle.

"Vito."

It was easy to make people fantasize.

"What?"

"I'm so hungry. I don't have the strength..."

Vito didn't want to see her starve.

Sometimes, even Vito couldn't understand himself. He hated Molly to the core, but he often lost his mind and had a lot of side feelings that he shouldn't have.

He stood up, picked up Molly from the bed, and then took her out of the room like carrying a chick. With the other hand, he also lifted up her LV handbag, which was often mistaken as a fake one.

It took Molly a long time to react. She was out of breath and muttered.

"Hey, slow down. I'm going to be strangled to death by you."

It was known that Vito had a burly figure of nearly 1.9 meter, while Molly had a figure of less than 1.7 meter.

As soon as Vito opened the door of the car, he threw Molly into the passenger seat.

Gasping for breath, Molly glared at Vito.

She cursed him in her heart. Vito was a pervert grandpa who was overbearing and violent. She cursed him, being struck to death by lightning after have a dinner.

The car started quickly and sped on the road.

Molly was very smart, so hurry to tie her seat belt. It was not the first time for her to sit in Vito's car. She knew how he drove.

It was more interesting than riding a roller coaster.

While Vito was concentrating on driving, she peeked at his side face from the corner of her eyes in a daze.

Sometimes, she felt that she was lucky. At least, the man who kept her was not a bad old man of forty or fifty years old, or a fat man who could make people feel creepy at the first sight.