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.

subconsciously stopped and looked up at him motionlessly,

He put her hand down and tucked her hair up. He lowered his head and found footprints on her trousers, his expression

motionless because she was afraid that Christopher

out why she was afraid of

silent, not daring

to brush off the dust on

was stiffened, catching

took a slight breath when she couldn't hold

it patiently and carefully, but his brows puckered. Perhaps

why did he do

do such

heart was spluttered hyperactively. She was nervous

had never felt so hard

about her parents' reaction after she had scored

she knew

now she had no

not figure it

Christopher felt Molly's stiffness. He raised his head and looked