Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 365

Hunter, "Am I usually a hard-nosed guy?"

"Well, not exactly. But you do have a strong aura that puts pressure on people when they’re around you," Molly replied, glancing at Hunter. "But you’re not bad right now. At least you’re a bit more approachable."

She drew a tiny circle in the air with her finger, laughing, looking cute as a button.

Hunter softened his voice, "Seems like there’s still room for me to improve."

"No, you’re already perfect. You have great self-control and ambition and can manage your schedule and emotions well. You handle any problem with a cool head. Many people in the company admire you, thinking you’re flawless."

"And some think I’m a workaholic robot, cold and boring."

"That’s not true. In my opinion, you’re a gentleman who leads by example, a fair boss, and someone who’s overly protective of his sister."

Overly protective of his sister?

Molly, "Overall, I think you’re a good person, very gentle."

Hunter had never been praised like this by a girl before. In school, girls only had one word for him—handsome. At work, people found him stringent. And Molly was the first person to compliment him in every way.

Hunter’s gaze softened even more, "Take a break, and I’ll call you when it’s time."

Molly, "Okay."

Although Molly wanted to rest, having her boss sit before her, reading documents, gave her some pressure.

She closed her eyes, images of the competition scene flooding her mind. It was such a pity that the butterfly knot wasn’t tied properly, and the top part of the dress wasn’t altered well.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Hunter, "Mr. Collins, can I borrow some paper and a pen?"

She was currently receiving an IV drip on someone else’s plane.

"Sure, I’ll go get them." Hunter stood up and quickly found her some paper and a pen.

Ideas started to flow in Molly’s head. She quickly sketched a few dress designs on the paper, all with butterfly-style skirts but completely different top designs.

Hunter watched her intently, drawing, images of her on stage today, holding an umbrella, slowly coming out from a small bridge over a stream, looking into the distance...

Her retro hairstyle, slim figure, wearing a well-fitted red dress, with Solterra women’s unique elegance and nobility.

"Mr. Collins, what do you think?" Molly waved her free hand in front of Hunter, "Mr. Collins? Did you hear me?"

Hunter snapped back to reality.

Only a few minutes had passed, and Molly had already drawn seven or eight designs.

Hunter took the sketches, surprised to find each of them unique.

"What do you think?" Molly held her breath, waiting for her boss’s evaluation.

Hunter nodded, "Very good."

"Really?"

"You’ll be the next Queen Abby."

Such high praise?

It was coming from Queen Abby’s own brother.

Molly was surprised but more excited.

"Under your leadership, the company will definitely get better and better." Hunter returned the sketches to her.

Molly didn’t realize how she took the papers, only knowing that her boss’s approval made her extremely happy.

After a while, she fell asleep. Hunter watched the girl in front of him, thinking back to the time in the office when she tripped over her own torn skirt, slipping and falling into his arms again and again.

Then, her face was as red as a ripe apple, almost to the point of tears, especially at the end when her dress tore. Despite him quickly taking off his blazer to cover her, she still ran out of the office in embarrassment.

She was really cute then.

After a while, Molly felt a thin blanket gently placed on her. It must have been Hunter, afraid that she would catch a cold, specially found a blanket to cover her.

Molly didn’t dare to open her eyes, but her breathing became more and more tense.

Hunter added two more cubes of sugar to her coffee. "Try again."

"Mr. Collins, no, Hunter, you’re so considerate."

Even though she didn’t say anything, Hunter could tell she didn’t like bitter coffee and added sugar to her coffee twice.

The plane soon landed at a private airstrip.

"Hunter, thanks for bringing me back home." Molly got off the plane and was ready to hail a cab.

"There’s no taxi around."

"I can walk out and hail one."

"Rose asked me to take you home." Hunter kept the car door open. "Get in."

In the end, Molly got into his car.

Since there was a driver, she and Hunter could only sit in the back seat.

They were a bit too close for comfort, which made Molly hold her breath.

To break the tension, Molly took out her phone, turned it on, and found a lot of missed calls and messages.

The person who called her the most was her mom, Iris. Molly quickly called back.

"Mom, what’s up?"

"Molly, are you back? I saw you faint on the live stream at the competition. Rose said someone poisoned you to stop you from winning. Are you okay?"

When she couldn’t reach Molly, Iris was very worried about her daughter’s safety. Rose said on the live stream that this kind of poison was torturous.

Molly, "I’m fine, I’m already in Summerfield."

"That’s good." Iris was finally relieved. "Don’t go to the office. Go home first."

Molly, "What happened?"