When that familiar silver sports car appeared in front of Molly Wellington, she instinctively furrowed her brows.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes gradually turned cold, watching the man's tall figure emerge from the car in a guarded manner.
Abraham Redington approached, his chiseled and handsome face showing slight fatigue, with deep-set eyes and noticeable shadows beneath them.
This was the result of staying up late last night.
This man hadn't had a good night's sleep last night.
Molly Wellington paused, not avoiding, watching as Abraham Redington walked up to her, waiting for him to speak.
But Abraham Redington just looked at her, not saying anything for a long while, until Molly Wellington actively asked, "Do you have something to say?"
They had broken up yesterday, parted in an unpleasant manner, yet today they suddenly met again.
Or rather, it shouldn't be called sudden, but rather Abraham had intentionally sought her out.
