"What... do you mean?" Molly Wellington was uncertain and didn't know if Abraham Redington was agreeing to climb out the window or if he had some other intention.
The man sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Molly Wellington, who was lying straight in a very stiff position.
Seeing her defense and caution, his deep blue eyes dimmed slightly.
He extended his hand, gently stroking her delicate face with slightly rough fingertips.
In a low voice, he said, "You've stayed up several nights, today you've gone to bed a little earlier. Just sleep, I won't do anything to you..."
Molly Wellington's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, doubt glimmering in her beautiful watery eyes, clearly showing distrust towards Abraham Redington's words.
For him, trust with Molly Wellington had long vanished, hadn't it?
Abraham Redington naturally understood Molly Wellington's gaze, feeling bitterness in his heart.
