Molly Wellington saw that Lily had no suspicion at all, and the large stone hanging in her heart finally fell.
But in the next moment, when Abraham Redington carried her back to the bedroom and directly placed her on the big bed, the heart that had just settled down involuntarily rose again.
Abraham Redington let her go, and supported himself halfway as he gazed at her.
His large hand was placed near her head, his deep blue eyes locked onto the girl's blushing face.
Under Abraham Redington's body, Molly Wellington's soft black hair spread out, her almond-shaped eyes misty, lashes lightly trembling.
Molly Wellington unconsciously bit her lower lip, her crystal-clear lips gleaming under the light, revealing a beautiful sheen.
She didn't know how alluring she looked.
At this moment, the girl's heart was filled with nothing but unease.
Everything tonight was so absurd, if Abraham Redington were to do it one more time in the room, she believed... no one would know.
