The two entangled on the sofa were already excessively intimate.
Some different emotions were fermenting between them.
Skye Brown tugged at her husband, then pulled her son, and quietly left the living room.
And what about Molly Wellington?
By the time she realized everything was a ploy by Abraham Redington, she was already pinned beneath him on the wide sofa.
"Abraham, you tricked me..." Molly Wellington furrowed her brow, glaring at the man pressing her down.
His eyes were so deep and blue, fixed motionlessly on her face: "I didn't deceive you, kneeling was real, wanting to marry you is also real... Molly, will you marry me?"
"You, Abraham... Don't do this..." Molly's voice caught in her throat; she couldn't bear this side of Abraham.
This deeply affectionate Abraham was something she had never seen.
In the past, whatever he said always made her doubt, made her afraid to believe, afraid to love.
