The girl originally curled up in the seat suddenly blushed bright red.
Even her neck was flushed with the suffocation rushing from her chest.
It was him who inexplicably made her lie down. What did her bow tie being loose have to do with him? How could he call her troublesome!
"I said I can tie it myself, then I can tie it myself. I never asked for your help, don't need your fake kindness." Molly Wellington's slender fingers rushed to grab the bow tie at her chest.
She was never the weak, wronged little wife; she was a little princess pampered by her family growing up.
Even Lily Redington, the godmother, adored her very much.
When Molly Wellington was little, who knows how much more bratty she was compared to now. Since when was she casually bullied by anyone.
It was only Abraham Redington who bullied her always, from childhood to now.
