"Huh?" Molly Wellington snapped out of a peculiar emotion, her almond-shaped eyes blinking, as if she didn't understand Abraham Redington's words.
He raised his cold eyebrows slightly and repeated: "Do you know how to sew a button? With needle and thread."
Only then did Molly Wellington finally understand, she let out a heavy sigh of relief, realizing his approach was just to check the condition of her collar, not what she had thought.
Realizing her self-deception, the blush on the already burning face of the young girl deepened.
She nodded, answering softly out of self-consciousness: "I do."
Abraham Redington supported himself by her face and then his much taller figure withdrew.
His expression remained cool as he took a box out of the front compartment of the car with his other hand and handed it over.
Only then did Molly Wellington notice that what Abraham Redington handed her was a small sewing kit.
