The Night I Let Go

In stark contrast to Anya's anxiety, Zachary was feeling quite relaxed.

When he returned to the rental apartment, he found that Molly had changed into a different outfit.

She wore a short, fitted white T-shirt with a cute, cartoonish character printed on it and a pair of snug shorts.

With her long hair pulled into a ponytail, she radiated the energy of a youthful, sporty girl.

Zachary sized Molly up and asked out of curiosity, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah, I overate for dinner and want to go for a jog to burn it off. Zac, do you want to join me?"

She smiled gently and nodded.

He thought for a moment before agreeing.

Before his divorce, he used to jog and work out regularly to maintain his figure.

Now that he was divorced and working at Yel Corporation, he had stopped exercising.

As someone who sat for long hours, he knew that without some physical activity, he could easily develop a beer belly, and he didn't want to become a middle-aged man before turning 30.

Five minutes later, they were jogging along the green path by the lake in the nearby park.

They ran for an hour and a half until they were both sweating, then happily returned to the rental apartment.

Once back, Zachary politely let Molly shower first and waited in the living room.

She took ten minutes to shower, then returned to her room to prepare for her evening livestream.

She was already live streaming when he was done with his shower and stepped out of the bathroom.

It was 8:00 pm, and Zachary typically went to bed by 10:00 pm.

Feeling bored, he grabbed his phone and entered Molly's livestream.

He intended to give her a virtual gift, but as soon as he entered the room, he was surprised to see that over a thousand people were watching, including over 20 big spenders.

These big spenders occasionally sent her expensive virtual gifts.

In just half an hour, Molly received gifts worth over 200 thousand dollars, which left Zachary in awe.

"Is the livestreaming industry really this lucrative?" He rarely watched livestreams and knew little about the industry.

However, he had seen some posts online about female streamers who, unable to resist the cash from wealthy fans, met with their top supporters in real life, often becoming their private playthings.

He decided to talk seriously with Molly after the livestream to warn her against making life-altering mistakes.

At 10:00 pm, she finished her livestream.

As he hesitated whether to talk to her now or wait until breakfast the following day, the door opened gently.

When she walked in and closed the door behind her, he hadn't turned off the lights yet. She closed the door and

headed straight to the bed.

"Is there something you need?" Zachary asked first.

Her cheeks were flushed as she said nothing and climbed under the covers beside him. Her face was still red.

He was taken aback. He wanted to refuse her, but his body honestly shifted to make room for her.

Feeling shy, she turned her back to him and softly said, "Zac, good night!" "Molly, I want to talk to you."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, she turned around, and her big, watery eyes were fixated on Zachary.

Her gaze seemed to flicker with excitement, and her delicate face showed a hint of anticipation.

"Ahem..."

Zachary cleared his throat, feeling the heat from her intense gaze. He said earnestly, "Molly, while being a streamer can be lucrative, you must stay true to yourself and not be tempted by money to do things you might regret later. noveldrama

"Hard work pays off, and the money earned through honest effort brings peace of mind when spent. Do you understand what I mean?" He spoke delicately, believing she was smart enough to grasp the deeper meaning of his words.

"Mm!"

She smiled softly while nodding earnestly, "Zac, don't worry. I only belong to you

and will never get close to other men!"

"That's not what I meant. My point is..."

Zachary's face grew warm, realizing Molly had misunderstood his kind reminder.

Before he could explain, she closed her eyes and cuddled up to him.

"Zac, love me!" Her voice trembled slightly as if she were nervous.

He initially intended to clarify but was taken aback when a cold little hand

suddenly wrapped around his waist.

The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

They were so close that he could feel the softness and incredible elasticity pressing against his chest.