Chapter 2681 - 154: She Wants to Take Care of Him?
Third floor of the villa, the vast space belongs to only one person, and that is the owner of this villa—Abraham Redington.
When Molly Wellington found the bedroom and pushed the door to enter, she saw that the curtains in the entire bedroom were pulled shut.
Only a small gap was left, allowing the sunlight outside to scatter into fine rays, bringing brightness into this spacious bedroom.
Molly Wellington walked lightly and slowly ventured into the bedroom.
The first thing that caught her eye was a wall cabinet used for displaying decorations.
After bypassing the wall cabinet, she saw the large, exceedingly oversized King-size Bed placed in the center of the room.
From afar, she could see someone lying in the center of the King-size Bed.
Molly Wellington knew that it was Abraham Redington.
The decor in the room was in cold tones, which Abraham Redington liked, primarily in black, white, and gray, giving off a very indifferent feel.
And Abraham Redington lying on that large bed, which could fit five or six people, inexplicably made one feel his figure was lonely.
Molly Wellington unconsciously lightened her breath, holding it as she stepped to the bedside.
Until she arrived at the bedside, looking down at the man lying there, eyes closed and brows furrowed, seeming to sleep very restlessly.
Even with his eyes closed, his cold and sharp features were still captivatingly handsome.
His tousled hair made him seem less severe and cold, and instead, more disorderly.
Molly Wellington squatted down beside Abraham Redington’s bed.
She reached out her hand, extending towards his forehead.
Before her palm could touch the man’s forehead, a dull pain suddenly ran through her wrist.
What was thought to be a completely unconscious Abraham Redington opened his eyes at this moment.
His deep blue eyes, due to the fever, shimmered with glistening water-like sheen.
When he looked at her, his icy pupils appeared as clear and cool as Leslie.
Molly Wellington’s wrist slightly ached, but she did not withdraw it.
Abraham Redington’s icy blue eyes, upon recognizing the person in front of him, released the grip on her wrist almost instantly.
He let go, but turned his face to the other side.
"Get out..."
The moment he saw Molly Wellington, even his heartbeat accelerated.
Without needing to ask much, Abraham Redington guessed it must be Ray Mckinley being talkative.
Feeling heavy-hearted, he was reluctant to eat the porridge Ray Mckinley brought.
Actually, Abraham Redington understood his own body, even with a fever, missing a couple of meals, he could still get better.
But inevitably, Ray Mckinley must have been nosy and feared his body couldn’t bear it, so he went to find Molly.
However, what he wanted was never this.
No matter how much he yearned for Molly’s glance back, he never needed her pity or sympathy.
Abraham Redington quietly waited for Molly Wellington to leave.
According to what he knew of Molly Wellington, her coming to see him was probably due to Ray Mckinley’s pleading.
Her heart had grown cold, her love for him long since worn away, how could she possibly endure his indifference?
However, the sound of Molly Wellington’s departing footsteps never came.
Instead, a pair of soft, pale hands touched his cheek, as Molly Wellington dominantly gripped Abraham Redington’s cold, hard jawline, turning his face back.
"What’s with the attitude, you’re sick and still acting tough... if you’re so capable, go ahead and drink the porridge."
Molly Wellington’s beautiful eyes sparkled brightly as she looked at him, yet without any fear.
No longer the doormat from before.
Yet those almond-shaped eyes, clear and shining, made her even more irresistible.
Abraham Redington’s gaze paused slightly, his cold, stern face showed a hint of surprise.
Molly Wellington simply ignored him and stood up.
Seeing Molly Wellington get up and walk towards the bedroom door, the man’s cold blue eyes dimmed.
Molly, after all, still hated him.
Abraham Redington’s gaze was fixed in the direction Molly Wellington left, for a moment, he withdrew his gaze, closing his eyes with a light sigh.
Just then, the bedroom door was once again pushed open.
Molly Wellington came in carrying the porridge that Ray Mckinley had reheated, "Let me warn you first, you have to eat... you’re not made of iron..."
Abraham Redington opened his eyes, looking at the woman who had left and returned, his blue eyes stirred slightly.
[Update on September 25th finished, see you tomorrow night~]