Chapter 2535: Chapter 8: Relishing the Moment
The girl originally curled up in the seat suddenly blushed bright red.
Even her neck was flushed with the suffocation rushing from her chest.
It was him who inexplicably made her lie down. What did her bow tie being loose have to do with him? How could he call her troublesome!
"I said I can tie it myself, then I can tie it myself. I never asked for your help, don’t need your fake kindness." Molly Wellington’s slender fingers rushed to grab the bow tie at her chest.
She was never the weak, wronged little wife; she was a little princess pampered by her family growing up.
Even Lily Redington, the godmother, adored her very much.
When Molly Wellington was little, who knows how much more bratty she was compared to now. Since when was she casually bullied by anyone.
It was only Abraham Redington who bullied her always, from childhood to now.
The young girl’s eyes turned red with urgency, her fair face tinged with vibrant blush, her almond-shaped eyes glistening, flickering slightly.
She didn’t even consider what the situation was now, whether her and Abraham Redington’s actions were too intimate, or if they were too close.
Molly Wellington angrily insisted on snatching back her bow tie, though it was clearly held by Abraham Redington’s long fingers, almost tied.
She wanted to grab it, but with Abraham Redington’s temperament, he naturally wouldn’t let her.
Their fingers intertwined, touched; Abraham Redington’s hand was much too large, Molly Wellington simply couldn’t win it from him.
In the end, after trying for a long time and unable to snatch it back, in her urgency, Molly Wellington pressed down on David Redington’s distinctively jointed hand back, pulling it down hard.
...
The bow tie finally couldn’t withstand such a tug-of-war, hanging under Molly Wellington’s forefinger, ’ruthlessly’ snatched away by her.
At the same moment, because the bow tie was roughly pulled down, two buttons at the collar of the school uniform directly popped off.
Except for the very top button remaining firmly fastened, the second and third buttons of the white summer school uniform popped off in the recent struggle, flying off to God knows where.
The cool breeze of the car’s air conditioning blew in, and the young girl only felt a chill across her chest.
Creamy white skin was exposed, dazzling in the morning sunlight enough to almost blind one’s eyes.
But this was not the most fatal part.
What was more tempting was the sensation beneath the palm.
That’s right... When Molly Wellington pressed David Redington’s palm down in an attempt to snatch the bow tie from his hand, it indirectly caused David Redington’s palm to slide passively down along her neckline.
His large palm, coincidentally, landed right on her left heart chamber.
The long, fair fingers opened, pressing exactly on that soft mound.
Time seemed to pause at this moment.
The cool air in the atmosphere became more and more abundant, but Molly Wellington seemed not to feel a hint of chill, instead feeling completely engulfed in a steaming fog.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Why doesn’t he let go yet.
Wanting to play dead, pretending she felt nothing, pretending she didn’t realize it, Molly Wellington didn’t even have a chance to be an ostrich.
David Redington’s palm not only didn’t move away, she even felt like he seemed to squeeze and knead.
To knead?
Molly Wellington’s almond-shaped eyes widened.
Damn David Redington, is he taking advantage of her!
"You, let go... Don’t you know what it means to not look, not touch where it’s inappropriate?" Molly Wellington finally came to her senses, fiercely removing David Redington’s large hand, pulling her school uniform forward vigorously, trying to cover up that accidentally exposed scene.
David Redington, whose hand was swatted away by her, seemed unlike his usual aloof and clear demeanor.
The man’s deep blue eyes slightly darkened, subconsciously lowering his gaze, looking at his palm.
Molly Wellington looked around, searching everywhere for the popped-off buttons.
In the end, not finding any buttons, she happened to see David Redington’s expression.
Her face slightly red, she scolded, "You’re savouring it? No savouring allowed, no thinking!"
[Next Chapter around 20:00]
