"...Pfft!" Molly Wellington finally couldn't hold it in and laughed, covering her mouth.
With her laugh, Abraham Redington's originally deliberately maintained stern expression became uncontrollably stiff.
Only to see the deep and handsome side of his face, as if stained by something, under the usual icy blue eyes, gradually a layer of blush appeared.
That layer of blush climbed along David Redington's handsome and cold face, all the way to the tip of his ear.
Under the light, that touch of red appeared exceptionally distinct.
Abraham Redington's Adam's apple slightly rolled, pretending not to care as he asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Molly Wellington's usually indifferent almond-shaped eyes rarely sparkled with tiny starlights, looking at Abraham Redington, her brow arched: "Abraham, you came in through the window, didn't you?"
Pfft, it's so funny, this man usually appears so cold and cool, who would have thought he'd climb in and out of her room through the window.
