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

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

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

she was afraid of his

remained silent, not daring to

Christopher bend down to brush off the dust on her

stiffened, catching her

breath when she couldn't hold

patiently and carefully, but his brows puckered. Perhaps he hated

why did he

such a small

hyperactively. She was nervous and

never felt so hard

her parents' reaction

at least she

no idea

could not figure it

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