Molly stood frozen.

For a long time, she couldn't process what was happening. She didn't understand why Ocelotte was angry. She wondered if he liked her to dress more seductively.

She quickly put down the utensils in her hands and cautiously said, "Then I'll go change."

"Go change."

Ocelotte's voice was strained, carrying an indescribable grimness.

Molly hurried into the bedroom's walk-in closet. Since Ocelotte had booked this place for three months, she often came to serve him an