Predestined Marriage Chapter 1580 Try to Be Polite

Molly carefully took her phone back, clicked on it, and suddenly cursed, "Those reports are bollocks!"

Christopher asked, "What did they say?"

He had seen the headline and guessed its content, but he wanted to see how Molly reacted.

Molly stammered, "Nothing, just a load of crap...."

How could she tell Christopher that it was about him and Jessica?

The reporters who rushed into the studio probably took photos of them and made up a story. They said
Christopher and Jessica dated there and Jessica's agent was watching out for reporters...

These reporters were really good at making up stories.

At that time, Molly was closer to Christopher. She was sitting beside Christopher, while Jessica was
sitting on the other side.

They were lying through their teeth.

Fortunately, it was a small newspaper, so few people read it, let alone believed it. It was easy to
suppress it.

Christopher asked, "What's the crap?"

Just as she was hesitating, Molly suddenly realized something. She turned to look at Christopher and
said, "Mr. Christopher, why are you so curious about entertainment news?"

"Driving is boring," replied Christopher calmly.



He looked so indifferent that Molly didn't doubt. Instead, she felt a little embarrassed. "Then I'll chat with
you."

Christopher was delighted.

But soon after, they arrived, and the car stopped steadily.

Molly was a little embarrassed. Along the way, she had been thinking about Christopher eating her
leftovers. However, Christopher was at ease as if he didn't care at all.

Maybe he just didn't want to waste food.

Maybe she had been overthinking it.

Christopher offered to send her over, but she was looking out the window without saying a word. It was
too impolite.

Molly felt guilty. She grabbed her seat belt and sincerely said, "I'll treat you to dinner when I get paid."

After getting her salary, she could treat Christopher to something more expensive to make it up.

Christopher could guess what she was thinking from the look on her face.

"OK," he replied.

"Then I'm leaving. Mr. Christopher, goodbye." Molly got off and waved at him.

Christopher did not immediately drive away but crooked his finger at Molly.

Molly turned around in confusion and bent over. "Mr. Christopher, what's wrong?"

"Are we friends?" Christopher asked.



Molly felt his question was a little odd, but she still nodded, "Of course."

That was exactly what Christopher wanted to hear. He asked with satisfaction, "Then why did you call
me Mr. Christopher?"

"Then what should I call you?" Molly asked in a daze.

"What do you think?" Christopher placed his one hand on the steering wheel, tilted his head, and
looked at Molly with a faint smile. He was so charming and confident.

Molly's heart skipped a beat.

She thought hard, trying to be polite.

Thus, she said tentatively, "Sir?"

Christopher's smile froze.


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