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

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

not understand what he was thinking. She had to keep motionless because she was afraid that Christopher was angry

figure out why she was afraid

silent, not

bend down to brush off the dust

stiffened, catching

slight breath when she

but his brows puckered. Perhaps he

did

do such

hyperactively. She was nervous

felt

even when she thought about her parents' reaction after she had scored three points in the math

least she

had no idea what Christopher

could not figure

raised his