Abraham Redington's approach came so unexpectedly, without warning.
From the moment Molly Wellington woke up in the room and saw him, the vigilance and defensiveness that surged in her heart far outweighed any surprise or emotion.
Perhaps it was because back then, she was taken by Abraham Redington under such circumstances.
At that time, because she loved him, because she was scared, she endured, and the feelings called love smoothed over the fear and anxiety in her heart.
But now, as time passed, when she had become a real adult who had experienced the world.
Only then did she have the confidence and courage to refuse, to protect herself, and even to clearly resist.
As Abraham Redington's thin lips just touched hers, Molly Wellington bit down without hesitation.
Her white teeth bit into his lower lip, and the sweet fragrance mixed with the taste of blood suddenly filled her mouth.
