Oh?
Oh!
Just an "oh"?
Molly Wellington stared at the lit-up screen of her cell phone, unable to snap out of it for a long while.
From the time she sent a message to Abraham Redington until now, at least half an hour had passed, but the reply she received half an hour later was only an "oh".
Concise and to the point, truly the style of Redington Young Master.
Molly Wellington checked the time; now it was already past Royal Palace's closing hours.
Abraham Redington wasn't busy, had free time, yet still stingy with words when responding to her.
Suddenly, a sour feeling surged in Molly Wellington's chest.
She had clearly warned herself long ago that dating Abraham Redington was just to make up for the emotional regrets of her teenage years, not to get too deeply involved, not to invest too much emotion.
Molly Wellington always believed she did a good job with this.
