At night.
Molly wore the gown borrowed from Jessica and went to the dinner party with Christopher.
In order to save money, she did not even do the styling at the barber's shop. Instead, she did some
styling at home and put on makeup.
When she went downstairs, Christopher was already waiting there.
He leaned against the front of the car in a white shirt. The expression on his face was faint and did not
show the slightest bit of anxiety.
Molly had been a little nervous.
That was because when Christopher called her before coming here, she promised that she would
definitely be ready to go downstairs as soon as he arrived.
Now, it had been forty minutes since he arrived.
When she came down, she was wondering if Christopher would be angry.
Considering his calm expression, she thought he wasn't angry.
Molly looked down and walked quickly on her high heels. Christopher heard the sound and turned to
look at her. Molly smiled and said, "I'm ready."
Did he feel the apology in her smile?
'If you feel it, don't get angry.'
Christopher stared at her face for a long time, and then he sized her up.
Molly thought happily. 'Was he going to praise me?'
When one was happy and immersed in joy, he or she would not pay attention to the road...
Molly was waiting for Christopher's praise, so she didn't care about the road. When she approached
Christopher, she accidentally stepped into a small pit, staggered, and leaned forward.
If she was wearing flat shoes, as usual, this small pit wouldn't affect her.
But now she was wearing high heels, so she couldn't control her body at all...
She suddenly fell forward, thinking that she would fall to the ground and her makeup and clothes would
be in vain.
Fortunately ... Christopher quickly supported her, keeping her from falling.
Molly heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
Christopher didn't look happy as he helped her to her feet, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Molly hurriedly nodded.
It was fortunate that she didn't fall to the ground.
Christopher immediately released his grip and turned to open the door.
He opened the door at the shotgun seat side and turned to look at Molly, who was still standing there
looking at him. "Get in the car."
"Yes." Molly trotted over.
After she just took two steps, Christopher blamed her in a whisper, "Don't run!"
Molly looked up in confusion. Did she provoke him by running?
Christopher looked at her expressionlessly.
She couldn't guess what Christopher was thinking at this moment, but she could vaguely feel that he
wasn't in a good mood right now.
Molly got into the car and began to recall in her mind. She remembered that when she first met
Christopher, he was very polite to her. He always wore a smile. As long as she didn't touch his bottom
line, he would be friendly.
But while she was getting closer and closer to Christopher, she felt that his temper was getting worse
and worse.
When Christopher boarded the car, he saw Molly's thoughtful expression.
Her brows furrowed tightly as if she was thinking of something puzzling.
'This girl thinks about a lot of things all day long.'
Christopher was about to start the car when he noticed that she did not fasten her seat belt, so he
leaned over to fasten hers.
Molly came to herself and discovered that Christopher was fastening her seat belt. His movements
were straightforward and neat, but Molly felt a hint of gentleness.
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