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.

stopped and looked up

tucked her hair up. He lowered his head and found footprints on her trousers, his

to keep motionless because she was afraid that Christopher was angry at her. And she was worried that he would be even angrier if

why she was afraid of

remained silent, not

Christopher bend down to

was stiffened,

breath when she

carefully, but his brows puckered. Perhaps he

did

such

was spluttered hyperactively. She was nervous

never felt so hard

her parents' reaction after she had scored three points

that time, at least she knew

now she had no idea what Christopher

could not figure

felt Molly's stiffness. He raised his head