As they spoke, Abraham Redington had already leaned down, his broad hand gripping Molly Wellington's waist, pinning her against the full-length mirror.
The cold mirror surface clung to Molly's back, seeping a chill into her, but what made her feel even colder wasn't the mirror's coolness, but the words Abraham whispered in her ear—
"Or is this the vibe you like, flirting with me while having a fiancé, just like before?"
...
'Flirting with me while having a fiancé, just like before.'
These words were like a bolt from the blue, making her whole body tremble with shock, unable to move a step.
Abraham... Abbie... how could he say such things!
The cold and disdainful words from Abraham flashed a bright white light through Molly's mind.
And after a moment of being stunned, she suddenly struggled, pushing him away: "Let me go... I have nothing to say to you."
She no longer wanted to share a room with this man.
