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

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

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

couldn't figure out why she was afraid of his

remained silent, not daring to

she saw Christopher bend down to brush off the dust on her

was stiffened, catching her

slight breath when she couldn't

and carefully, but his brows

why did he do

such

hyperactively. She was nervous and

felt so

better than now even when she thought about her parents'

least she knew her parents would

she had no idea what Christopher was

could not figure it

Christopher felt Molly's stiffness. He raised