Molly was cradled in Ocelotte's arms.

Her nose was filled with the familiar, masculine scent of Ocelotte, pleasant but now tinged with a more mature fragrance than before...

She buried her head tightly, trying not to cry.

She really did cry. She hadn’t cried when she was hurt, nor when Scarlett and Zahra were fighting, but at the unexpected gentleness of Ocelotte, she broke down…

Molly let go of all her pride and whispered softly, “Do you still care about me, Ocelotte?”

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