Chapter 2541: Chapter 14: Tease
"Huh?" Molly Wellington snapped out of a peculiar emotion, her almond-shaped eyes blinking, as if she didn’t understand Abraham Redington’s words.
He raised his cold eyebrows slightly and repeated: "Do you know how to sew a button? With needle and thread."
Only then did Molly Wellington finally understand, she let out a heavy sigh of relief, realizing his approach was just to check the condition of her collar, not what she had thought.
Realizing her self-deception, the blush on the already burning face of the young girl deepened.
She nodded, answering softly out of self-consciousness: "I do."
Abraham Redington supported himself by her face and then his much taller figure withdrew.
His expression remained cool as he took a box out of the front compartment of the car with his other hand and handed it over.
Only then did Molly Wellington notice that what Abraham Redington handed her was a small sewing kit.
Inside, there were threads of various colors, needles of different sizes, and some buttons.
"Sew it yourself," Abraham Redington said in a cold tone.
Molly Wellington took the sewing kit, and at this moment, she was completely awake.
He had found her in the classroom, brought her out of the school gates, put her in the car, and leaned in—all of this was because her school uniform’s collar had opened, without a button.
Thinking back to her deliberate provocation to Abraham Redington outside the school gates earlier, Molly Wellington realized Abraham Redington’s intentions—he was really a ’good little brother,’ afraid she, the future sister-in-law, would embarrass the Lucas family.
After taking the sewing kit, she fell silent, not even knowing what she was angry about.
The young girl’s slender fingers picked out a suitable needle from the small box, threaded it under the light, then took out a button and held it against the collar of her shirt, beginning to sew.
Although Molly Wellington is a fragile young lady, the school had taught things like sewing buttons during labor class.
She sewed carefully because if she didn’t the distraction would lead her thoughts to the other person inside the car.
And the man she worried might distract her with thoughts sat in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand, slightly glancing over at her.
The blush on the young girl’s cheeks was gradually fading, revealing her glossy white face, with dimples faintly visible.
Her eyes were somewhat moist, looking like a pitiful little deer bullied by someone.
The way she bent down to sew buttons was rare, showing a gentle, quiet demeanor, different from the reckless and headstrong little princess the man remembers.
Abraham Redington’s gaze grew deep, his sapphire eyes reflecting emotions he himself wasn’t aware of.
On the other hand, Molly Wellington didn’t have the time to notice Abraham Redington’s changes.
She was busy dealing with the situation at hand.
Although Molly Wellington could sew buttons, sewing two fallen buttons onto her own school uniform collar was very inconvenient.
Because the uniform was worn on her body, and the lost buttons were on the collar.
As soon as she lowered her head to sew for a while, her soft hair would slip down, obstructing her.
Even if she tucked her hair behind her ears, as soon as she lowered her head for a while, the long hair would slip down again and block her vision.
The hair beside her ear slipped down again for who knows how many times.
With one hand, Molly Wellington held the button and needle and thread, while she intended to use the other hand to tuck her long hair back behind her ear.
The man’s slender fingers suddenly approached the girl’s ear, lifting her slipped strands.
When Molly Wellington’s hair was lifted by Abraham Redington, the man’s fingertips with a slightly cool touch inadvertently brushed past her earlobe.
The young girl, who was concentrating seriously on sewing buttons, suddenly stiffened.
That strange feeling emerged again.
All the blood seemed to rush to the same place—
Even without looking in the mirror, Molly Wellington could imagine that her earlobes and neck must be all red.
[I won’t report the time anymore, it’s about one Chapter per hour, this is really stuck`]
