Free Web NovelChapter 2561: Chapter 34: Suspecting Her Identity
Molly Wellington was forcibly locked in Abraham Redington’s embrace.
She kept her head down, wishing she could bury her face deep into Abraham’s chest.
It wasn’t to get close to him, nor to show intimacy, but she truly couldn’t afford to lose face.
After all, she was the eldest daughter of the Wellington family, Ben Lucas’s future fiancée.
Although few in attendance had ever seen her, and even fewer had met Ben Lucas... yet even so, Molly still felt embarrassed.
She was fully aware that her current intimacy with Abraham was far beyond that of ordinary friends, having surpassed a normal relationship long ago.
"That girl is so beautiful, looks soft and delicate, like she’s made of water leaning against BOSS’s chest..."
The voices of others echoed, filled with envy and admiration.
But to Molly it sounded bitter.
She never intended to lean on Abraham; she wanted to walk on her own.
But after being bullied upstairs by Abraham, for the first time experiencing such a thing, Molly had no strength left in her entire body, her legs were even more severely weak and soft.
Her legs felt strained and sore due to Abraham’s forcefulness.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs uncontrollably trembled, making it impossible to walk normally, let alone wear high heels with ease.
Because of this, Abraham could hold her, and she couldn’t escape.
When he got close, kissed her, she couldn’t avoid it either.
There was no choice but to let him bully her, hold her in his arms, and bring her to the banquet venue in such an unapologetically intimate way.
Molly Wellington didn’t know what Abraham wanted to do.
"Be good, dance with me." Abraham’s big hand on her waist loosened but then grabbed her hand.
In Molly’s slightly astonished gaze, he led her into the dance floor.
The music began, and all eyes were focused in the center of the dance floor.
From the moment Abraham released the hand from her waist, Molly felt a bit unstable. freёwebnovel.com
As the Waltz started, Abraham held her, the hand on her waist only supporting lightly, without exerting force.
Without any support, Molly’s legs felt strained, standing on high heels, wrapped in a body-fitting long dress, it was hard to move.
"Ugh..." As Abraham stepped back, Molly softly gasped.
Her body tilted forward uncontrollably, her balance finally giving way, and in full view, she fell into Abraham’s arms.
Her hands naturally clung to his arms, her entire face pressed against his chest.
Abraham caught her steadily, his thin cool lips smiled: "Molly, everyone saw... this was, your initiative."
At the end of his words, the man’s big hand gripped her waist again, this time not letting go.
Instead, pulling her body closer, making her soft body cling tightly without any gap to his front.
Such intimacy, such passion.
Outsiders were unaware of the young girl’s identity, but they could feel that the BOSS, who traditionally kept distance from women and never had rumors, treated her entirely differently.
And Ray Mckinley, standing outside the dance floor, couldn’t bear to look.
Oh my young master, what are you doing?
This Miss Molly... is, is your future sister-in-law.
Your closeness now, what will the young master do in the future?
"Mr. Mckinley, do you know who that girl is? She looks so dignified and gracious, which family’s lady is she?"
Ray Mckinley stood there, immediately drawing inquiries from gossipy colleagues.
Others saw Molly Wellington in an extremely ladylike pearl white lace gown, appearing dignified and gracious, all speculating about her identity.
The Eastonian high society with prestigious family background, similar in age, and famous for being gracious, quiet, and dignified socialite ladies were all guessed by these people.
Yet no one associated the seemingly conservative and dignified companion with the rumored rebellious and arrogant eldest daughter of the Wellington family.
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