Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife Chapter 372

President Jay suddenly keeled over. He didn’t even have the strength to beg for rcy and just passed out right there on the ground.

Hunter looked at Molly lying in front of him, who looked so pitiful. He pulled up the dress she was wearing under her suit jacket.

"Hunter," Molly was still crying, her face as red as an apple. She unconsciously clung to Hunter’s clothes, as if she was scared he would leave.

"Don’t worry, I’m here," Hunter picked her up.

Molly weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing quietly against his chest. This was the first ti a girl had cried in his ear. Hunter felt as if an invisible hand was tugging his heart. It was uncomfortable, and he felt guilty. If only he had been more careful, none of this would have happened.

"It’s so hot. I feel awful," Molly sobbed quietly, her face already as red as an apple.

Hunter held her as they entered the elevator. "Just hold on a little longer. The doctor will be here soon."

Molly leaned against his neck, in agony.

"Molly," Hunter’s voice was full of restrained control. Her breath on his neck was a bit warm and sowhat seductive.

"I feel horrible, Hunter," Molly’s small face was rubbing against his face, her soft lips brushing against his skin and even his earlobe.

Hunter’s breath quickened. "Behave."

"I really feel horrible."

"I know."

From the mont they were in the guest room, Hunter knew she had been drugged.

Finally, they reached the garage, and Hunter put her in the back seat of the car. But Molly didn’t want to let go. "Don’t leave."

"I’ll be right here in front," Hunter removed her hand, hoping she would calm down.

"Hunter, don’t leave," Molly’s eyes were filled with tears, clutching his clothes. Her eyes were full of a hint of grievance like she was acting spoiled.

Hunter tried to soothe her, but it was no use. Feeling helpless, he had to take her in a cab.

He didn’t take Molly back to Reflections Villa but gave the taxi driver his private address, urging the doctor to hurry.

Molly was held in his arms, mumbling, and fidgeting restlessly. She was pushing Hunter’s patience and restraint of over twenty years to their limits.

This restless little kitten.

The driver up front saw the girl mumbling uncomfortably in Hunter’s arms and thought she was drunk. "Young man, how could you let your girlfriend drink so much? Alcohol is bad for the body. She looks really uncomfortable. You should make her so greasy breakfast food when you get ho. A man should take care of his woman, don’t you agree?"

Hunter agreed with the last part, "Hmm."

Molly’s soft lips brushed against Hunter’s earlobe, she mumbled softly, "Hunter." This touch, this call, completely shattered Hunter’s sanity. He turned his head, and their lips t.

"Oh, these young people," the driver didn’t dare look again and focused on driving.

Hunter felt Molly’s lips against his, and he beca statue-like, motionless. Molly tasted sweet, and her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt terrible, but the kiss eased her pain. She was desperate and eager to get more from Hunter.

Molly kissed Hunter for a long ti. He eventually closed his eyes, and his fingers ran through her hair, deepening the kiss.

Molly’s kiss was unskilled; it was clear she had no experience. But like an unripe fruit, it attracted him to explore further.

After a while, the car stopped in front of Hunter’s private villa.

Hunter got out of the car with Molly, but she was still passionately smooching him. This spectacle was witnessed by Dr. Blake, who was waiting at the door.

Blake was gobsmacked. It was full-on right from the start. Was this sothing he, as a doctor, should be seeing?

Who would have thought the usually cool and composed Hunter had this side to him. And where did this gutsy little girl pop out from?

"Whatcha lookin’ at?" Hunter’s finger pressed on the fingerprint scanner. As soon as they entered, the system detected the master’s return, lights automatically lit up, and the curtains neatly closed.

Hunter set Molly on the sofa, then glanced at the newcor. "Turn around."

"Huh? Oh," although Blake had no idea what Hunter was up to, he turned around anyway.

After Hunter slightly adjusted Molly’s dress and covered her with his suit jacket, he then called Blake over to examine her.

"I’m going to give her a shot first. It’ll speed up the drug’s effect, but the process will be painful." She would just have to grit her teeth and bear it for the next hour.

Upon hearing this treatnt thod, Hunter imdiately said, "Pick another one."

Blake was confused. If there were other options, why would he choose this one?

"The drug she took is the latest on the market. Only this thod can save her, and the others are harmful to her body."

Hunter gave him a look as if he was judging his dical skills. He whipped out his phone to call his sister, explained the situation, and then told Blake, "My sister said she just needs bloodletting."

"Thanks, but I practice Western dicine, I don’t understand mysterious dical arts."

Hunter looked at him even more disdainfully, hung up the phone, and said, "Think of sothing else."

Blake didn’t have any other tricks up his sleeve. "If you insist, there is one."

He looked at Hunter as if hinting at sothing. "But this drug is too strong, I’m afraid her body won’t be able to handle it."

In the end, Hunter could only let him give her the shot. If it weren’t for Rosemary being tied up, he wouldn’t have needed this shot.

After the shot, Blake told Hunter to carry Molly back to her room to rest. "I’m leaving now. She’ll have a slight fever later, and it’s normal."

"Mm, close the door on your way out."

Blake had been friends with Hunter for many years, and this was the first ti he was looked down upon this much.

After leaving the villa, Blake was a bit down. He knew Hunter had a beloved sister, but when did she start understanding dicine, and even know about that mysterious dical arts?

On the other side.

Roo turned a misfortune into a blessing, successfully keeping the girl at his villa. If he could, he’d rather there was danger outside all the ti so that he could keep the girl with him without a hitch.

After Rosemary took a shower and ca out, Roo had already prepared a hairdryer for her. He gently said, "Co here."

He naturally had a cold deanor, but at this mont he seed gentle, like a warm-hearted big boy, making people feel like they were basking in the spring breeze.

Rosemary sat in front of the vanity mirror, watching him gently comb her hair in the mirror.

"Carl said it’s dangerous outside, so you better stay here a few more days."