Zachary rubbed his nose awkwardly and exined patiently, "I like them too, but liking them doesn''t mean that I can act out of line. That would be disrespectful to you!"


    Molly replied softly, "But I wouldn''t mind!"


    "That''s not eptable. You''re still too young to understand these things. In a few years, you''ll get it."


    Feeling the conversation was going off track, he pretended to yawn and said, "Alright. Let''s stop talking about this. I''m tired and need to sleep!"


    He then closed his eyes.


    What started as a feigned attempt to sleep soon turned into actual slumber.


    Listening to the steady rhythm of Zachary''s breathing, Molly peeked up to check if he was really asleep. Once she confirmed he was, she nestled closer into his


    arms.


    With her cheek resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace.


    The overwhelming feeling of safety allowed her to rxpletely.


    "Zac, it feels so good to be by your side..."


    She murmured before drifting off to sleep herself.


    Zachary woke up the next day.


    As he tried to get up, he realized something soft and warm was pressing down on his chest.


    Looking down, he froze for a moment.


    Molly wrapped her arms around his waist and was lying on his chest.


    The soft sensation he felt was undeniably due to her generous curves.


    Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was soft, making her seem like a sleeping kitten.


    For a moment, Zachary hesitated to wake her.


    "Mm..."


    Molly''s long eyshes fluttered after an unknown amount of time, and she slowly opened her eyes.


    "Zac!"


    After a brief moment of confusion, she quickly became alert. She pushed herself on either side of his head and apologized, "I''m so sorry, Zac! I overslept!" "It''s fine. I overslept too."


    Their eyes met, and he smiled, preparing to get up. But as he leaned down, he saw a deep, fair cleavage.


    In the morning, a man''s energy was at its peak.


    Suddenly faced with such a scene, Zachary couldn''t help but react.


    He rubbed his nose awkwardly and forced a smile. "Molly, could you... could you


    get off me for a moment? I need to get up!"


    "Okay!" Molly nodded and abruptly sat up.


    However, she was originally lying on top of him, so when she sat up, it wasn''t on the bed but directly on him.


    He immediately sat up in shock. He quickly lifted her off him and bolted into the bathroom.


    Not long after, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.


    "Zac!" Molly''s face was still flushed. Her left hand was pressed against her chest, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.


    15 minutester, she had already prepared breakfast. There were t


    tes of spaghetti, three om


    and two cups of sweetened hot milk.


    Zachary sat at the dining table, feeling awkward and unsure how to face her after the morning''s incident.


    She picked up an omelet and ced it in his bowl. They both tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened.


    After breakfast, he didn''t wait for her and hurried to work.


    As he made his way, thoughts of that embarrassing experience from the morning reyed in his mind.


    "I tried to reason with herst night,


    and now I''ve acted so


    inappropriately this morning! s... she probably thinks I''m a two-faced jerk now." Zachary chuckled


    helplessly to himself.


    Just then, an Aston Martin suddenly pulled up beside him.


    Still thinking about how to interact with Mollyter, he heard someone call his


    name.


    "Zachary!"


    He turned to see Cameron sitting in the car.


    "Mr. Pearce, do you need something?"


    Cameron''s expression was stoic, and his gaze carried a hint of coldness. "It''s nothing serious. just wanted to remind you to know your ce. Anya is not someone like you can just touch."