Abraham Redington’s gaze darkened slightly, he glanced at her: "Otherwise, what did you think it was."

Molly Wellington: "I..."

Alright, what she thought, she couldn’t say.

Abraham’s expression was cold, his deep blue eyes stared at Molly Wellington’s half-flushed face for a while, and he said lightly: "Yana’s teaching method is too difficult, not suitable for high school students. I’ll explain it to you again, listen carefully."

Having said that, he casually picked up the pen beside Molly Wellington’s hand, leaning his entire upper body forward, his broad chest even pressed against her back.

Chilled breath, too close a distance, and the slight sound of breathing by the ear.

Molly Wellington had never been this nervous before, her entire back tensed up, her body even trembling slightly.

"Focus." Abraham tapped the pen on the scrap paper, reminding Molly Wellington who was clearly distracted.

The girl immediately sat up straight, holding her breath and concentrating, yet she couldn’t completely ignore their actions, which were essentially Abraham enclosing her in his arms, intimately snuggling.

Her mind was very messy, breathing very fast, her heart... very erratic.

If he wasn’t there, maybe she could study earnestly.

With him beside her, she couldn’t focus at all.

Moment later.

"Did you understand everything?" After Abraham finished explaining the last question, his voice was slightly cool.

Molly Wellington: "..."

She only remembered, Abraham’s voice was deep and pleasant, tickling her ears.

Her heart was beating extremely fast.

Yet she didn’t remember what he explained.

The pen tip tapped on the scrap paper, Abraham’s voice was indifferent: "Here are the steps to solve the problem from earlier, look at them carefully yourself, after reading it, redo all these questions. Once done, I’ll correct them personally."

"No, no need... I can do it myself." Molly Wellington hadn’t listened to the explanation earlier, so how could she solve them.

She was a bit anxious, deliberately changing the subject: "By the way, where’s Yana? Why hasn’t she come back yet... I’m used to Yana tutoring me. Thank you for earlier... That’s enough, you should go now."

Seeing Molly Wellington show a clear attitude to send him away, Abraham’s face became even more grim.

He lowered his gaze, spoke in a deep voice: "Yana has a stomachache, she ate something bad, she asked me to tutor you for her. Molly Wellington, don’t tell me, everything I just explained, you actually didn’t listen to any of it."

"How could that be, I listened attentively." Molly Wellington denied without thinking.

"Speaking of stomachache, today I also have a stomachache, maybe the school lunch wasn’t clean. So... you should go now, I’m not feeling well today and want to rest, no need for tutoring."

She was very guilty, not just because of the problem solving, but also because now in this room there were only her and Abraham.

Originally thought Yana would come back, when Molly Wellington realized Yana wasn’t there, the panic and guilt inside her became even more severe.

However, the more Molly Wellington hurried to urge Abraham to leave, the colder the icy blue gaze of the man’s eyes became.

He didn’t move, Molly Wellington was anxious.

Seeing the man behind her not moving at all, Molly Wellington simply stood up, ready to push him out herself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, a muffled sound came from above her head.

"Oh... pain..." Molly Wellington got up too quickly, with Abraham still behind her, her forehead accidentally hit David Redington’s hard jaw.

"So painful..."

The girl covered her head, tears were forced out from the pain.

Yet she didn’t notice, when she stood up, holding her head and crying out in pain.

The man behind had already opened his arms, enclosing her petite figure within his embrace.

Abraham’s icy expression faded away, almost instinctively patting her back gently, soothing: "Silly, no crying allowed..."

After saying that, Molly Wellington’s tears didn’t stop, instead she cried even harder.

As if realizing his attitude wasn’t right, Abraham could only maintain a composed face, adding: "Alright, be good... no crying. Where does it hurt, let me see."

[End of update, see you tomorrow night]