To say Abraham Redington really did something, actually, he didn't.
Abraham Redington didn't do anything like tease her calf with his toe or reach out to touch her.
He just gently leaned his shoe tip against the outside of her high heel.
This kind of contact, on the subway, bus, or even in daily work life, is unavoidable.
If this person were not Abraham Redington, Molly Wellington wouldn't be so sensitive or minded.
But now, when she retreats, he advances—it's clearly not an unintentional act.
Molly Wellington doesn't know since when Abraham Redington became so childish; clearly this is a work setting, Mr. Mckinley is reporting work.
Yet this man, appearing cold and serious on the surface, is privately 'relentlessly pursuing' her.
Molly Wellington lifts her gaze, unable to resist glaring furiously at Abraham Redington with those angry, almond-shaped eyes filled with shimmering tears.
