The unique fragrance on Molly Wellington's body could easily stir his longing or easily calm him down.
He took a few deep breaths, letting her scent permeate his lungs.
Abraham Redington's tense lower abdomen finally relaxed a bit.
"Molly, don't be like this, sleep well..." he murmured to the woman who was trying hard to burrow into his embrace, saying something he couldn't hear, and slowly pulled her away.
Abraham didn't know why Molly Wellington suddenly acted this way, he only assumed that, like when she was a child, she lacked a sense of security while sleeping and liked to hold onto something to fall asleep.
"Mmm... cold... cold..." Molly Wellington hummed softly.
Unfortunately, her voice was very soft, and since her head was buried in Abraham Redington's embrace, it was hard to discern the monosyllables she uttered.
Several times Abraham tried to pull Molly Wellington away, but she clung to him like a koala and was unwilling to leave.
