"I…" Suddenly, her chin was grabbed, lifting her head, the girl's watery almond-shaped eyes collided directly with those deep blue eyes.
Molly Wellington was stunned, yes, why not call out.
Of course, it's because—
"I can't call you Brother now…"
Molly Wellington looked at Abraham Redington's increasingly profound blue eyes. Although apprehensive, she had to speak out, "Even though I'm younger than you, I'm Ben Lucas's fiancée. If I have to call, I can only call you Abbie's little brother. You… would probably be mad, wouldn't like it."
Quite obviously, Molly Wellington had chosen the wrong direction entirely.
Yet she didn't know that this damned answer completely infuriated the man in front of her.
The already cold blue eyes of Abraham Redington became even more brooding.
Brother Charlie…
Very well.
Molly Wellington, you're doing very well.
