Chapter 2713 - 186: Holding Her Hand Firmly in His Palm
The place Abraham Redington took Molly Wellington to eat was an elegant, quiet, and private Western restaurant near the company.
Ray Mckinley should have reserved the seats in advance.
The waiter led the two of them to a table near the window inside the restaurant.
Since it’s a high-end Western restaurant, the spacing of tables in this expensive downtown area was not too close. The tables are spaced quite generously, making it an ideal spot for senior executives from nearby companies to meet clients and discuss business.
Of course, there were also young couples on dates.
However, there were not many couples who could afford such dining expenses on a weekday noon.
Therefore, when Abraham Redington held Molly Wellington’s hand and entered the restaurant, the two of them, a stunning couple, formed a stark contrast with other guests discussing business affairs.
Molly Wellington glanced around and noticed several familiar faces.
There were senior executives from the company next door, clients she had met, and other senior executives from different departments within the Royal Palace.
Truly... embarrassing...
In nearly three years, aside from the first six months when Molly Wellington carried the naivety of a newcomer to society, she grew remarkably at an astonishing speed.
In the eyes of others, Secretary Wellington from the Royal Court CEO’s office had long become the epitome of beauty, a hard-edged temperament, and an efficient work ethic.
But now...
Molly Wellington looked at the man walking beside her, firmly holding her left hand, and couldn’t help but sigh.
It seems that from today onwards, the image she had painstakingly built over the years is about to crumble.
...
The two sat down, and the waiter brought the menu.
Abraham Redington skillfully avoided the dishes that Molly Wellington didn’t like.
After asking for her opinion, he very appropriately ordered a table of dishes to Molly Wellington’s taste.
Molly Wellington held the glass beside her, taking small sips of lemonade, watching Abraham Redington across from her speak to the waiter with the menu in hand.
His brows were jet-black and sharp, and his deep blue eyes were still cold.
Watching him talk to the waiter, his innate cold aura almost made the waiter feel like he had committed some unforgivable mistake.
However, even this cold man, hearing him expertly recite the dish names, surprised Molly Wellington a little.
It turns out, after all this time, he still remembered she didn’t like celery and radishes, so he specifically asked the waiter not to include these in the side dishes.
And he also remembered she only ate her steak medium.
Molly Wellington had always thought she was the one who unilaterally liked him back then.
That’s why she remembered clearly what Abraham Redington liked and disliked.
But as for himself, he seemed more intrigued by the novelty, not necessarily true affection.
But now, listening to Abraham Redington’s magnetic, deep, and cold voice instructing the waiter, left Molly Wellington in a daze.
Perhaps... back then, he didn’t completely dislike her either.
Maybe, he did like her once.
This lunch wasn’t as awkward and difficult as Molly Wellington imagined. On the contrary, the atmosphere was more amicable than she expected.
Looking at the man sitting across from her, occasionally tilting his head to listen, with his thin lips curling into an arc, whispering to her.
Molly Wellington finally confirmed that everything was not an illusion; she gradually felt like she was on a date.
After lunch, Abraham Redington held her hand and openly walked back to the company.
In full view of everyone on the first floor of the company, they walked proudly into the exclusive elevator, returning to the top floor.
Throughout the journey, Abraham Redington’s slightly cool hand held hers, never letting go.