Abraham Redington hesitated slightly, then his slender fingers drew back.
He stood up, parted from the warmth of Molly Wellington’s gentle body, and sat back properly.
His azure eyes stared straight ahead, and he spoke in an extraordinarily cold tone: "Relish it? Molly Wellington, you’re overestimating yourself. I’m not interested in your immature figure."
"You..." He took advantage and still called her immature.
How was she immature? After all, she... she...
"Forget it, why am I saying so much to you?" Molly Wellington muttered gloomily and adjusted the seatback to sit up straight again.
But as soon as she sat upright, the collar she had just pulled together fell open again, revealing her snow-white skin.
Abraham Redington, who was glancing over, "... "
"You... don’t look!" Molly Wellington hurriedly clutched her collar, her face, already tinged with pink, turned even redder.
The button was nowhere to be found; she had no idea where it dropped.
And even if she found it, it was useless; who carries a needle and thread around to sew it back on?
While Molly Wellington was fretting over her collar, she heard a rustling sound by her ear.
She looked up in surprise toward the driver’s seat, where a dark-blue casual suit jacket was perfectly draped over her face.
Molly Wellington: "What are you doing..."
"Put it on." A cool voice, devoid of any emotion.
The tailored jacket slipped off Molly Wellington’s head.
She used her hands to hold the clothes in front of her, covering her alluring neckline.
The clothes even carried this man’s cool scent.
Molly Wellington’s almond-shaped eyes peeked from behind the tailored jacket, involuntarily focusing on Abraham Redington’s face.
He... didn’t seem as bad as she thought.
Being looked at with such eyes by the young girl, Abraham Redington furrowed his dark brows slightly: "Don’t misunderstand, I’m just watching over you on behalf of my older brother. Dressing inappropriately at school isn’t good for my brother or the Lucas and Wellington families."
"Is that so?" Molly Wellington, who was gripping the clothes tightly, suddenly let go.
She wanted to throw the clothes at Abraham Redington’s excessively handso yet overly cold face.
But upon reflection, she wondered why she was getting upset; there was no need to get angry with him.
"Thank you for the reminder, I got it." she said curtly, then stopped speaking, sitting quietly in her seat.
She told herself not to overthink, not to wonder why Abraham suddenly stopped the car, not to ponder why he suddenly laid her down just now.
Nor to think whether his actions towards her were truly just for the Lucas family, or if there was sothing else.
Given their current identities, they shouldn’t overthink anything.
The atmosphere in the car returned to its initial silence.
After that, neither of them spoke another word for the rest of the journey.
Until the sports car stopped at the entrance of the school.
The car door opened, and Molly Wellington got out with her schoolbag, draped in his overcoat, standing by the car.
But instead of imdiately closing the door, she stood there and pulled the tailored jacket off her shoulders.
Without a word, the young girl tossed the jacket onto the front passenger seat.
Seeing her actions, Abraham Redington’s sharp gaze turned to the girl by the car.
Molly Wellington gave him a slight smile: "Everyone knows your brother is still at the military headquarters and hasn’t returned ho. It’s even less appropriate for to show up at school in a n’s overcoat early in the morning."
With that, Molly Wellington swung the car door, slamming it shut.
With her action, the collar, missing two buttons, opened wide again.
This ti, Molly Wellington simply undid the top button as well, her youthful curves fully exposed to the man’s eyes.
Three buttons, creating that barely concealed look, faintly revealing so cleavage.
[Update complete, see you tomorrow night]
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