Abraham Redington carried the intoxicated Molly Wellington into the condominium and then took her to the bedroom.
Looking at the woman lying on the bed with delicate brows gently furrowed and lips pursed, as if unable to find peace even in her dreams, Abraham's deep gaze revealed helplessness.
Originally angry at her for being 'unreliable', deciding to ignore Molly Wellington for one night, Abraham could only sit by the bed, reaching out to stroke Molly's delicate face.
"Molly..." He lowered his gaze to look at her, with a hint of petulance still in his deep blue eyes, "Seeing how much you like me, I'll forgive you this time."
Abraham had not intended to forgive Molly Wellington.
At the very least, he wanted her to act coy, apologize, hold him and gently coax him before reluctantly listening to her.
But just now, when he heard that man named Lincoln Harrison say that his Molly had been muttering the words 'Abbie' all night.
Abraham's awkward heart was suddenly healed.
