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.

and looked up at him motionlessly,

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

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

out why she

silent, not daring

bend down to

stiffened, catching

slight breath when she couldn't

his brows puckered. Perhaps he hated doing

did

could do such a small

hyperactively. She

felt so

she thought about her parents' reaction after she had scored three points in

at least she knew

she had no idea what Christopher was

not

Christopher felt Molly's stiffness. He raised