Chapter 2718 - 191: Keeping
Recognized by the familiar property management staff, Molly Wellington, who usually maintained a cool elite demeanor, instantly blushed.
She couldn’t remember what she told the property management, casually throwing out a few excuses, while pinching Abraham Redington’s shoulder under their stunned gaze.
"Hurry up... The elevator is on the left, top floor."
In a low voice, Molly Wellington reminded him and even buried her face into Abraham’s chest, avoiding the property staff’s curious and gossipy stares.
Until Abraham carried Molly Wellington’s figure out of sight at the elevator door, the property staff member responsible for registration couldn’t help but ask his colleague: "That... just now, the one that man carried into the elevator, was living on the top floor, wasn’t it Miss Wellington?"
The property management staff deeply doubted their vision.
The colleague empathized: "Yes, yes, that’s Miss Wellington. You can’t tell, Miss Wellington is quite remarkable... Look at that male model just now, top quality, blue eyes and mixed-race. Guess, how much would it cost to hire such a model for one night?"
"Hire?" The registering property staff looked puzzled.
Colleague: "Of course, hire... With such a handsome face, good physique... tsk tsk, you can feel the burst of power through the clothes. Such a top-grade male model, if not hired by Miss Wellington to enjoy, then is he her boyfriend?"
Doesn’t seem like, indeed doesn’t seem like a boyfriend.
Miss Wellington usually wakes up early, works late, keeps a routine, and has a clean private life.
Initially, they thought such a young lady living in a mansion must be kept by an old man.
But later they discovered that Miss Wellington wears professional outfits daily, goes to work on time, returns looking like she just finished working overtime, and they’ve never seen her dating or interacting with any men.
"You’re right, it seems Miss Wellington has come to realize the enjoyment. Living in such a place, she must be a senior executive at some company, money isn’t an issue. Ah... Indeed having money is good, you can have any type of man you want. Even when finding a man to enjoy, it’s this kind of top mixed-race model..."
While the property staff downstairs envied Molly Wellington for enjoying the services of a top male model, the person they envied was insistently preventing the so-called ’top model’ from entering.
Molly Wellington: "It’s fine sending me this far, you should head back... let me down."
The luxurious condominium door is equipped with a password lock, and clearly, Molly Wellington being held by Abraham Redington does not allow her to enter the password conveniently.
More importantly, she knows that if she’s carried by Abraham Redington through the door lock, he will definitely continue to carry her inside.
But now, even agreeing to the relationship, Molly Wellington isn’t ready to let Abraham Redington go home with her.
Today is just the first day of getting back together, the first day of the relationship, and the pace is too fast.
But apparently, Abraham Redington and Molly Wellington had different opinions.
Seeing Molly unwilling to open the door, he leaned down, biting her earlobe and whispered: "Molly, we’re at the doorstep, aren’t you going to invite me in for a bit, hmm?"
Molly Wellington: "..."
Molly Wellington knows that going in for a bit is a dangerous signal.
Who knows what might happen once they’re inside, she’s no longer the naive young girl, and won’t be fooled by Abraham Redington’s suggestive words.
Molly Wellington deliberately spoke coolly: "The house is messy, not... convenient."
"It’s okay, I don’t mind." Abraham Redington also spoke in a hushed tone, even intentionally blowing on her flushed ears, "Or... do you want it right here in the hallway, letting the surveillance camera at the corner watch how I kiss you?"
As he spoke, the man leaned even closer.
Molly Wellington was startled by his words; she’s sure that if Abraham Redington really kissed her in the hallway today, tomorrow she would become the subject of gossip among the property’s management and security.
Without thinking, Molly Wellington quickly reached out and pressed the password lock.
Her bedroom door opened for Abraham Redington.