Molly longed for sincerity, but Ocelotte’s sincerity could only be given once. He had made it abundantly clear—they were now in a mutually consensual relationship. If she couldn’t handle it, she had to leave immediately. But Molly couldn’t bear to leave. This conversation, however, was a rare opportunity. She didn’t want to let it slip away, so she turned her head and focused on Ocelotte. “Then, is there anything else you want?” The gray Cullinan cruised through the night, its body repeatedly leaving streetlights behind. Amid this repetitive rhythm, Ocelotte’s voice slowly broke the silence. “I’ve already said, there won’t be anything between us except sleeping together.” “I know.” Molly’s voice was soft, almost inaudible. After that, she turned her face to the side, gazing at the night scenery outside the car window. The car was quiet; neither of them spoke again, but an undercurrent of subtle tension lingered in the air. When the car slowed to a stop at the red li

In the quiet of the night, Ocelotte asked himself if he could forgive Molly. Forgive her, rekindle their relationship, and live a life together forever. He couldn’t do it. Even though he now knew of her feelings, it was like picking sugar from poison. Even if he still had some feelings for her, that kind of feeling would fade away with time. Once he had a wife, his time and energy would go into his wife and children, and his obsession with Molly would slowly disappear. But deep down, Ocelotte felt a shift. He was no longer as cold and indifferent as before.…A week later, Molly shot a commercial for Fowlerlotte Tech Co.’s endorsement.Brody was more professional and approachable than she had expected. Perhaps he had listened to her agent’s advice, as when he worked with Molly on set, he kept a respectful distance. Despite this, Ocelotte still felt the interaction was too intimate.There were countless takes, and the director was about to lose his patience. Did the b

Molly couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. She didn’t even dare look into Ocelotte’s eyes, resting her face against the crook of his shoulder and murmuring softly, “You know.” Ocelotte tilted his head, trying to kiss her. She dodged a few times but ultimately couldn’t avoid him. Ocelotte, of course, got his way. A man in his prime could be overwhelming, but Molly couldn’t fully let go. On one hand, she felt sorry for him; on the other, she worried something might go wrong. Throughout, her delicate brows were knitted tightly, her expression one of nervous apprehension. Ocelotte looked down at her from above, his gaze filled with an unusual light. This was the gentlest and most considerate encounter since their reunion. Afterward, the two lay quietly in each other’s arms, their bodies damp with sweat. It was only after a long while that Molly spoke softly, “You should get up and rinse off. I’ll go serve the porridge… after what just happened, you still need to

Brody was probably traveling. Wearing sunglasses, the tall man stood out even in the crowd. They happened to be sitting in the same carriage; carriage number 1. Molly was holding a bag of farm-fresh eggs, a gift from the parents of the students she had helped. Her outfit wasn’t as glamorous as usual, just a simple sweater and white sneakers. Her hair was cut into a shoulder-length bob, giving her a very pure appearance. Brody observed her for a moment before softly asking, “Did you go to the mountains to help the underprivileged students?” Molly nodded. She never interacted much with others in the entertainment industry, and she didn’t want to have any connection with Brody either. So, Molly leaned back in her seat, intending to rest her eyes. However, unexpectedly, Brody was more friendly than usual. He looked at Molly’s black straight hair and asked, “Are you planning to retire from the industry?” Molly didn’t deny it. Her contract with her agency still had six month

As Ocelotte brooded over his unhappiness, Gwen pushed a small dish of dessert toward him. "Have something sweet to calm down, Ocelotte. After all, you’ll probably be feeling like this quite often. "That Brody seems pretty good. I watched one of his dramas before—he looks even better in person than on screen." As an older brother, how could Ocelotte stand hearing that? So, his expression darkened. Gwen propped her chin up, watching him. "Alright, alright. If you really can't let her go, just go get her back." Ocelotte picked up his pre-meal drink, taking a sip and savoring the spicy taste on his tongue. After a moment, he spoke in a calm voice. "I'm not holding on. There won’t be a future for me and her." Gwen thought he was just pretending, and people who pretend are bound to cry alone at night. Just like… Just like who? Gwen stared off into space with a faraway look in her eyes.…An hour later, Molly, Brody, and Elle left the restaurant. Despite considering i