"He's really a handsome guy... different from those ordinary good-looking ones outside." Pam wasn't sure why she was so excited, vigorously pulling Molly Lewis's arm, "With blue eyes, he looks like a mixed heritage!"
Blue... blue eyes?
Molly Lewis suddenly realized something, and quickly looked up towards the door.
As she looked up, she met a pair of deep and indifferent blue eyes.
The azure eyes were so familiar; she wouldn't mistake them even if they turned to dust—it was undoubtedly Abraham Redington!
The man standing outside the door was still wearing that blue casual suit she had thrown into the car.
He was talking to Old Zachary about something, his expression indifferent.
At the moment Molly Lewis looked up, he happened to look inside too, and the azure almond-shaped eyes met Molly Lewis's gaze head-on.
Molly Lewis immediately lowered her head and hid her face behind a book.
