"It hurts here." Molly Wellington held her head, not yet noticing the hint of urgency, helplessness, and gentleness in Abraham Redington's voice.
His large hand lifted her tear-stricken face, the warmth of his fingertips was startlingly intense.
"Good girl, take it away, let me see." Abraham Redington instinctively soothed Molly Wellington, as her hands covered her forehead, making it hard for him to clearly see her injury.
Molly Wellington's almond-shaped eyes were wet, her dark eyes soaked with tears.
She only noticed her own injury at first, but when her chin was lifted by Abraham Redington, and she heard his magnetic and pleasant voice, she suddenly realized what they were doing now.
Thump, thump, thump...
The speed of the heartbeat was as if it would leap out from the chest.
Molly Wellington instinctively clutched her heart, coincidentally revealing the bump on her forehead.
