Returning to the room, Molly Wellington held the small red leather box given by Abraham Redington, and fell back onto the soft bed.
"Sigh... No new ideas, gifting this kind of cold thing again..."
Lying on the bed, she opened the gift box, looking at the expensive yet cold diamond-studded watch inside.
The mirror reflecting a chill, seemed to echo Abraham Redington's cold and distant face.
Abraham Redington wasn't like this when they were kids.
But ever since their parting ten years ago, it seems that many things have changed.
"Andrew... Andrew..."
The name slipped out unconsciously.
This name has become so unfamiliar, seemed like yesterday, yet it's been long gone.
Actually, Molly Wellington also doesn't know why her relationship with Abraham Redington became this way.
Clearly as children, they were so close, they would bicker, make up.
The blue-eyed boy liked to tease her with sarcasm, but would also coax her, even protect her.
