"When did I become a mosquito, and why don't I know about it, hmm?" Abraham Redington's voice came close, whispering in her ear.
That lazy voice carried a hint of teasing, clearly with a playful smile.
Molly Wellington knew that this person must be very satisfied now.
The Lucas family was all the same, always dominating and eager to claim territory.
When he's with her, he intentionally wants others to know. Molly Wellington is quite familiar with this possessiveness; she saw it often when she was young in the way godfather Lucas treated godmother Lily.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat." Molly Wellington ignored Abraham Redington and lowered her head to pick up a piece of shrimp on her plate.
When did he become a mosquito? Doesn't he have a clue in his mind?
Not just now, even three years ago, he already said that he, Abraham Redington, was a mosquito.
