Molly Wellington felt extremely nervous inside.
Returning so late with Abraham Redington, and being so close, it would easily arouse the suspicion of her godmother, Lily Redington.
She didn't know why Abraham was doing this.
Why he insisted on holding her without letting go.
"Abraham, put me down… this is the Lucas family." She was carried by Abraham out of the car horizontally, about to be taken into the villa.
Her face was flushed unnaturally, from embarrassment and nervousness.
However, Abraham held her small body, his steps never stopped, and the large hand on her waist tightened even more after her resistance.
Those deep blue eyes glanced at her lightly, then lifted up again, calmly looking forward.
Compared to Molly Wellington's flustered embarrassment, Abraham Redington was expressionless, incredibly calm and composed.
What exactly did he want!
