Predestined Marriage

"He ... they're gone." Molly stuttered as his hand was still on her waist, supporting her.

She had never been so close to a man.

She even didn't get so close to the people in her age from her family.

"Can you stand firm?" Christopher's tone was serious and softened.

But as Molly saw it, he was teasing her.

Molly's face immediately turned red, and she did not argue anymore. She stammered, "Yes."

Only then did Christopher loosened her waist. He did it slowly to ensure she was on her feet, seemingly very gentle.

As soon as his hand left her waist, Molly jumped away.

"Thank you, for what you did..." She tried to tidy up her messy clothes and hair.

But the more she did it, the more disheveled she looked.

"Don't move." Christopher had to stop her.

looked up

walked up to her. He put her hand down and tucked her hair up. He lowered his head and found footprints on

could not understand what he was thinking. She had to keep motionless because she was afraid that Christopher was angry at her. And she was worried that he would be

why she

not daring

she saw Christopher bend down to brush off

was stiffened, catching

only took a slight breath when she couldn't hold

carefully, but his brows puckered. Perhaps he hated doing

did

could do such a small

was spluttered hyperactively.

never felt so hard

when she thought about her parents' reaction after she had scored

least she knew her parents would

had no

could not figure it

Molly's stiffness. He raised his head and looked at