Molly Wellington's words are no less shocking than Abraham Redington's earlier revelation that the two had been intimate, and that she might be pregnant.
Abraham Redington's handsome face was completely frozen now, his blue eyes exuding a chilling coldness, making his ice-blue gaze intimidating.
"Molly Wellington, what did you say..." The man's voice was low and icy, tinged with disbelief and more hostility.
Molly Wellington, she actually dared to say such things.
The young girl's almond-shaped eyes lifted slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "I said, your stamina is good, I quite enjoyed it... But honestly, you still have room for improvement in terms of technique, it could be refined. In the end, it's just a game, when we're in bed it's mutual consent, once it's over we should leave it as it is. Abraham... I didn't think you'd be such a sore loser, wanting to take responsibility over something so trivial... Hmph, childish."
Abraham's sharp blue eyes suddenly narrowed.
