Flynn saw Lyra off, and by the time he checked the clock, it was already three in the afternoon. His stomach growled, but he wasn’t in the mood to cook. Instead, he called Molly and asked her to bring something back.
Not long after, Molly and Rose arrived, arms loaded with bags of food and other items.
“Spill it!” Molly demanded the moment she stepped inside, dumping the bags on the sofa and planting her hands on her hips. “What’s your relationship with Major General Lyra? Why was she jealous?”
“You didn’t wrong her, did you? Of course, you did! You grew tired of her, didn’t you? And now you’re here in Niarak causing trouble again!”
Rose, equally curious, set the takeout on the table and stared at Flynn. She silently agreed with Molly’s suspicions.
Flynn’s reputation as a shameless flirt was notorious-there was no cleaning that up.
He was casually scrolling through his phone when Molly’s interrogation started. Chuckling, Flynn set the phone down, opened the takeout, and took a bite.
“Relax, you two are acting like jealous wives. Anyone listening would think you’re madly in love with me.”
Molly and Rose froze for a moment, realizing they might have overreacted.
Their faces darkened with embarrassment, especially Molly, who had been feeling uneasy since the shopping trip. She had been so distracted thinking about Flynn that she hadn’t even checked the sizes of the clothes she purchased-everything she bought was too small.
“We’re not jealous!” Molly retorted defensively, but her voice lacked conviction. Quickly switching to a feisty tone, she continued, “Don’t try to twist this! We’re Scarlet’s friends, and if you’ve got unresolved romantic debts, of course we’re angry!”
“Romantic debts?” Flynn nearly choked on his food. He quickly drank some water and said, “What are you even talking about? Lyra and I are just friends.”
“Oh, sure,” Molly snapped. “She stayed on Demon Island for a whole month, and now she’s into you. What did you do to her?”
“What could I do?” Flynn shrugged, exasperated. “She fell for me. Is that my fault?”
Molly’s eyes narrowed, her anger intensifying. “So, what? You dated her for a month and then dumped her? And now you’re saying you just want to be friends? Typical jerk behavior!”
Flynn was dumbfounded. “You’re making things up! I never liked her like that-where are you even getting these ideas?”
Molly scoffed in disbelief. “You expect me to believe that? Lyra’s beautiful, fit, from an exceptional family, and she’s a general. You, of all people, don’t like her? Please!”
Rose crossed her arms, staring skeptically at Flynn. She couldn’t believe it either. Flynn was notorious for being unable to resist a pretty face, and Lyra was leagues above them in every way.
“Molly, check the trash,” Rose suddenly suggested, narrowing her eyes. “Especially in Flynn’s bedroom or bathroom on the first floor.”
“What for?” Molly asked, confused.
“See if there are any… you know, wrappers,” Rose said, her face flushing slightly. “They haven’t seen each other in a while. She was furious, so he probably tried to calm her down. And calming down might’ve led to… well, rekindling old feelings!”
“Got it!” Molly declared and immediately headed for Flynn’s bedroom.
“Are you two insane?” Flynn nearly lost it, his face a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Even if I did calm her down, I wouldn’t need… that. I’m skilled enough not to need such things!”
“Shameless!” Rose gasped, her eyes wide in shock at Flynn’s audacity.
Molly came back from the bedroom, glaring at Flynn. “So, you’re admitting to something, huh?”
Flynn stared at her helplessly. “Are you even listening to me? I said, even if-if-I did anything, which I didn’t!”
Molly hesitated. “So, nothing happened?”
“Nothing!” Flynn snapped. “Clark’s family showed up, Lyra helped me deal with them, and then she left.”
“Clark’s family?” Molly stopped him, her curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”
Flynn sighed in frustration, wishing he could just avoid the entire conversation. “Yesterday, at the Four Seasons Hotel, I beat Brody Brightmoon to a pulp…”
He reluctantly set his food down and explained the situation.
“So, Clark’s family is coming to apologize?” Rose’s eyes lit up.
“That’s perfect!” she said. If the Clark family apologized, everything might settle down. Flynn wouldn’t have to leave the country.
Flynn didn’t respond. He was too drained from the endless questions and accusations.
But Molly wasn’t done yet. Leaning back with a smirk, she said, “So, if Clark’s family hadn’t shown up, you would’ve had time to… ‘calm her down,’ right?”
Flynn exploded. Throwing down his chopsticks, he stormed toward his room. “I’m done talking! You two are impossible!”
Rose couldn’t help laughing, watching Flynn retreat in frustration.
She knew Molly was deliberately provoking him, but seeing Flynn flustered was oddly satisfying. It served him right for always being so smug.
“See?” Molly said, grinning. “I knew it!”
Though she believed Flynn’s explanation about Lyra, she couldn’t resist messing with him. After all, he was too popular with women for her liking-so much so that even someone like Lyra had come all this way for him.
But before she could bask in her small victory, Flynn suddenly turned back.
In one swift motion, he grabbed Molly around the waist and lifted her off the ground.
“Flynn! What are you doing? Let me go!” Molly shrieked, kicking her legs.
Flynn ignored her protests and slapped her backside with a loud smack.
“Ah! You jerk! Let me go! Rose, help me!” Molly yelled, her face burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Flynn grinned wickedly. “If reasoning doesn’t work, I’ll have to teach you some manners.”
“Especially for a troublemaker like you!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Flynn’s hand landed repeatedly, making Molly cry out in both fury and humiliation.
Rose, shocked and embarrassed, shouted, “Flynn, you’re out of line!” She rushed forward to stop him, but Flynn was too quick.
With one hand, he held Molly down. With the other, he grabbed Rose and pulled her onto the sofa beside Molly.
“You two wanted to gang up on me? Fine, let’s settle this properly!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His hand moved like a percussionist’s drumsticks, landing on both of them in rapid succession.
Molly and Rose’s eyes widened, their faces beet red. They yelled and kicked, but Flynn held them firm.
To their horror-and confusion-his strikes didn’t hurt. Instead, they left an inexplicable tingling sensation that made them squirm even more.
“Flynn, you’re a monster!” Molly shouted, her voice trembling.
“Let us go, you jerk!” Rose added, though her voice was less convincing as she struggled to hide her flustered expression.
Flynn couldn’t stop laughing, thoroughly enjoying their reactions.
“Lesson learned?” he teased, finally releasing them.
The two women scrambled to their feet, glaring at him with a mix of anger and embarrassment, vowing silently to never let their guard down around him again.