Chapter 2581: Chapter 54: Do You Want to Marry Me, Molly Lewis?
"Molly Wellington..." Abraham Redington called her in a low voice.
His thin lips were close to her ear, nibbling on her small, round earlobe.
His magnetic, lazy voice was slightly hoarse, as if tinged with desire or simmering anger. It was sexy enough to make Molly Wellington’s ears burn, sending a tingling sensation like an electric current from her ears to her limbs.
The girl’s almond-shaped eyes were misty with a watery haze, her gaze becoming increasingly dazed, caught up in a novel, wonderful feeling.
At this moment, Abraham Redington’s magnetic, lazy voice sounded again.
He whispered beside her ear, asking, "Molly, do you really want to marry me?"
"Hmm...?"
Molly Wellington’s soft, sticky voice carried a trace of bewilderment.
For a moment, she didn’t comprehend Abraham Redington’s question.
But when the tingling sensation in her body slightly faded, she became somewhat clear.
To marry him?
Of course, she wanted to.
She really, really wanted to marry him. She had wanted this for a long time, since she was young and naively wanted to be close to him. She dreamed of being his little bride.
But back then, she was Brother Charlie’s fiancée, so she didn’t dare and couldn’t.
And now, Brother Charlie had someone he loved, so Daddy, Mommy, and godmother no longer insisted she be with Brother Charlie.
She... she could finally openly say she liked Andrew, liked him... liked him to the extent that just thinking about marrying him filled her heart with joy.
Picking up on the bewilderment in the girl’s tone, Abraham Redington’s deep eyes slightly darkened.
He reached out with his long fingers, pinching Molly Wellington’s chin and lifting it up: "I’ll ask once more, Molly, you have to answer obediently. Do you really want to marry me, to be my wife?"
"I..." The girl’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the brilliance of the man’s blue eyes.
She wanted to tell Abraham Redington, yes.
She really wanted to be his wife, to be Mrs. Redington.
But Yana’s words floated through her mind.
Yana, what did she say... Yana seemed to have instructed her not to admit, to say she didn’t want to.
"Molly Wellington, don’t you want to marry me, hmm?" The man leaned in, pressing his thumb against her slightly swollen red lips, his handsome, cold features magnified before her eyes.
His blue eyes were deep, seemingly filled with infinite expectations for her.
At that moment, Molly Wellington pushed Yana Lucas’s advice to the back of her mind.
She never understood why Yana asked her to do that, especially now with her heart entirely tied to Abraham Redington.
They were about to get engaged, recognized and blessed by family.
Her lifelong wish was about to come true. She liked him, loved him, wanted to become his bride!
"I want to, really want to... I’ve always wanted to marry you. Abbie’s big brother, I like you... I want to marry you."
Molly Wellington summoned all her strength, finally confessing.
As she spoke, she extended her delicate arms, proactively embracing Abraham Redington’s broad shoulders, burying her face in his neck.
Yet, just as her left arm was not yet steady, it was caught by the man’s large hand and pulled away.
"So, you play the victim in front of my parents to gain their sympathy, hoping to marry me as you wished." Abraham Redington’s tone was as cold as ice, his gaze already revealing a chill.
"What are you talking about?" Molly Wellington’s eyes widened, not understanding.
"What am I talking about, huh..." Abraham Redington’s lips curled, the corners tugging up in a cold, sarcastic arc.
"Molly Wellington, stop putting on that pitiful look... Isn’t all this what you wanted? Calculating, scheming to win my mother’s favor, and without Jordan Lancaster, immediately settling for me.
Molly Wellington, let me tell you... Even if I’ve kissed you, slept with you, I won’t easily accept you. If you patiently wait for me to arrange everything, I don’t mind marrying you, continuing to spoil you. But using my parents as leverage... I, Abraham Redington, hate most of all being controlled by others in life."
[Next Chapter around 19:10]
