Chapter 2765 - 238: She Has Always Been His
Abraham Redington never told anyone about the heavy unease in his heart.
This time he came back, originally prepared to be troubled by Molly.
However, Molly easily forgave him. Their reconciliation was too easy.
According to Abraham’s understanding of Molly Wellington, whether in the past or now, whether her personality is soft and cute or seemingly cold, she is a woman with pride hidden in her bones.
Such a Molly, unexpectedly reconciled with him so easily.
Since they reconciled, the unease in Abraham’s heart hasn’t dissipated.
That’s why he needs to hold Molly every night to sleep. Only by holding her tightly does he feel everything is real.
"Abraham, you’re feeling triumphant too early. Molly is not a girl who is easily deceived. You fooled her once; she won’t be fooled a second time. She is my daughter, and I know her."
Dylan Wellington’s cold and deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
Having regained his calm, Dylan Wellington, upon hearing Abraham’s declaration that resembled his best friend in his youth, felt like tearing the heart out of this brat.
But Mr. Jenkins is the old spice, so Dylan Wellington suppressed the rage in his heart, and coldly warned.
On this end of the phone, Abraham’s cold blue eyes flickered for a moment.
Dylan Wellington’s words precisely hit the unease in his heart. Dylan was Molly’s father, why was he so certain? Did Molly really say something to him?
The more agitated his inner emotions, the colder Abraham’s face became.
With a cold face, he lowered his voice and said, "Molly, is also my woman, my girlfriend, my fiancée, and she will become my wife after she graduates. Uncle Dylan, no... Dad, I also know her. Please, Dad and Mom, stay in A City and wait. After Molly graduates from university, I will take her back to A City to discuss our wedding."
After saying this, before Dylan Wellington could erupt, Abraham directly hung up the phone and turned off his cell phone.
To prevent Dylan Wellington from contacting Molly Wellington again, Abraham did something rare and childish and hid the turned-off phone under Molly’s pillow.
By the time he adjusted his emotions and regained his calm expression to enter the restaurant, Molly Wellington had just finished eating.
"Why did you take so long inside? The breakfast is getting cold." Molly looked up at him, milk foam sticking to the corner of her lips.
Abraham leaned over the table, bent down, and his thin lips kissed her lips, gently licking away the milk foam at the corner of her lips with his tongue.
"I already ate while making breakfast earlier... Molly, let’s go, I’ll take you to school." Abraham’s kiss carried a unique cool scent, landing on Molly Wellington’s soft lips with a hint of restrained sensuality.
Molly’s almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed; in fact, she wanted to tell Abraham just now that he didn’t need to see her off.
The company and H University are not in the same direction, and he has a meeting in the morning, so if he sends her off, he might be late.
But Molly just thought about it and didn’t say it out loud.
She knows that Abraham is still somewhat awkward about last night when Mr. Harrison sent her home.
This man is a jealous type. If she doesn’t let him send her, he might overthink.
"Okay, then wait for me to pack my schoolbag."
"I’ve already packed your schoolbag for you, it’s on the living room sofa, and your overcoat is there too."
Abraham was very considerate, and Molly didn’t think too much, just checked that the books and notebooks in the schoolbag were correct, then put on her overcoat, carried her bag, and put on her shoes.
At the hallway, Abraham put on his shoes and naturally took the schoolbag from her hand while leaning against the door waiting for her.
When Molly put on her shoes and walked to the door, Abraham wrapped the gray scarf that hung around his neck over her neck.
Molly blinked: "I’m not cold..."
Abraham calmly said, "The wind outside is strong."
"Then you wear it. I have other scarves inside..." Saying this, she was about to go back to get it.
Before she could turn around, Abraham’s large hand circled her waist, pulling her back into his embrace.
Molly’s petite body fell into the man’s broad and solid chest, Abraham lowered his gaze to look at her, his blue eyes glimmering softly: "No need to change... I like seeing you wear my scarf."
This, gives him a real sense of assurance.
Telling him, she is his.
Always has been.
[Beyond 1200 words: Update as of October 23rd, see you tomorrow night~]