I don't know how long it took, but the tears on Molly Wellington's face had long been kissed away by Abraham Redington.
The young girl's lips were slightly parted, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with moisture under her dense lashes, filled with an inescapable shyness and a hint of bewilderment, staring blankly at the man who had just kissed her.
Abraham Redington stood in front of her, lifted the petite girl and placed her on the table. He only needed to lean slightly to get closer to her.
This distance is perfect for kissing.
"Haven't you already left? Why are you here again?" Molly Wellington's almond-shaped eyes sparkled, clearly happy to see him, yet her words weren't exactly as they seemed.
Miss Wellington felt extremely wronged, Abraham Redington, this villain... How dare he toy with her heart, making it go up and down, making her a person she couldn't recognize.
