"Molly... I don't want to argue with you over unrelated people. You still have your graduation defense tomorrow. Let's go, I'll take you home."
Abraham Redington's deep blue eyes carried a chill, but when he spoke to Molly Wellington, his lips curved up, and his tone was as low and gentle as possible.
He rarely has such good patience.
But Molly Wellington is an exception.
"Abraham, Lincoln Harrison isn't an unrelated person. He lost a promising job because of me. Or rather, he's just a scapegoat bearing the wrath," Molly Wellington stood there, coldly looking at Abraham Redington.
From the moment she mentioned Lincoln Harrison, she knew her suspicions were correct.
She had liked the man before her for many years, liked him very much... and because she liked him, she understood him well.
In the long years of unrequited love, she could even guess his mood shifts from a frown or a change in his gaze.
