That night, as soon as Molly Wellington fell asleep, she began to dream.
The dream was a jumble of chaotic images, as if she were once again back in the hotel room, being bullied by Abraham Redington...
She was pinned beneath Abraham, held tenderly in his arms, kissed and nibbled with intense passion.
This kind of dream left Molly Wellington's heart restless and her body exhausted.
But suddenly, the chaotic, tiring dream shifted into a dense fog that slowly dispersed.
Molly Wellington found herself in a place resembling paradise, lying softly on pure white clouds, with Abraham gently stroking her cheek, gazing at her with lowered eyes.
His deep blue eyes, with an ever-deepening gaze, made her feel immensely warm.
Molly Wellington saw Abraham lean down to kiss her lips and whisper in a deep voice: "Molly, time to wake up..."
Hmm, why wasn't it goodnight?
Before Abraham left, he had clearly said goodnight to her.
"Miss Molly, Miss Molly, wake up, get up quickly..."
