"Click—Clap—"
The clanging sound of metal clashing, and the 'clap' sound of something being shut suddenly rang in Molly Wellington's ears.
Originally sleeping peacefully and sweetly in bed, Molly Wellington sprang up as if something had scalded her.
She sat at the head of the bed, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her hands tightly covering her chest.
In that instant, she suddenly remembered that she was not alone in this room.
Abraham Redington was still here. What was that sound just now?
A flood of chaotic thoughts came to mind, and Molly Wellington even felt a sense of unease as she first turned her head to look at the bathroom.
The sound that seemed like a door opening and closing made her afraid she'd open her eyes to see Abraham Redington stepping out of the bathroom, shirtless with just a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Abraham Redington was not the type to show his emotions openly.
But inherent in him was the domineering persistence of the Lucas family men.
