At that moment, Molly Wellington seemed to see the deep blue in the mirror change color.
No longer the deep blue of the jewelry, but as blue as Abraham Redington's eyes.
No, that bright blue wasn't from the sapphire on her neck, but —
Molly Wellington raised her eyes, incredulous as she looked at the man who appeared behind her.
He was just standing there, in the mirror, deep eyes coldly staring at her.
Her lips trembled lightly, and Molly Wellington couldn't help but gasp, covering her lips with her hand.
She couldn't believe it, dared not believe it... At this moment, Molly Wellington could only widen her almond-shaped eyes, letting the uncontrollable tears fall.
Watching as Abraham Redington walked in from the bathroom door, closed the door, and came behind her.
"Why are you crying?" The man's voice was so close, so real, low and magnetic.
