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.
