Molly Wellington just stared at Abraham Redington.
Her gaze was firm, unyielding.
Meanwhile, Abraham Redington's almond-shaped blue eyes were sharp, cold, and layered with an unfathomable depth.
Nobody knew how long they had remained like this, but suddenly, Abraham Redington's right hand grabbed Molly Wellington's nape, pulling her towards him.
He leaned down, ruthlessly kissing those slightly swollen tender lips, his tall and strong body enveloping her behind the door.
The forceful kiss carried absolute possession and control.
Abraham Redington didn't know what filled his heart; he only knew he wouldn't let Molly Wellington run away, wouldn't let her give up so easily.
The kiss deepened, and he skillfully pried open her delicate teeth, punishingly biting her small tongue.
Her breath was slightly erratic; Molly Wellington fought the impulse to let out a soft sound.
