Chapter 2800 - 273: An Old Photo

Chapter 2800: Chapter 273: An Old Photo

Before he turned ten years old, Abraham Redington often came here, but this was his first time stepping in after he was ten.

His deep blue eyes swept across the room, and even he didn’t notice the deep, lingering infatuation in them.

Once, he had stayed here to keep a little girl company who didn’t dare sleep after watching a horror movie.

Once, he had stayed here to guard a little girl burning with a high fever in the middle of the night.

Once...

His blue pupils suddenly constricted, and Abraham Redington’s gaze was drawn to a standing photo frame on the dressing table.

Molly Wellington’s dressing table was very big—so big that when she sat in front of it, she might not even reach either side unless she stood up.

So in one corner of that huge dressing table, there had always been a single photo frame.

The old photo in the frame dated back many years; it was a group shot of the six children of the Lucas family and the Wellington family when they were small.

In the photo, Ben Lucas, Tiffany Lucas, and Yana Lucas stood in the middle.

As the eldest brother, Ben Lucas faced the camera with a stern, slightly austere expression; the little brat in his arms was Allen, who had still been very young then.

And Molly Wellington and Abraham Redington stood at the two ends, one on the left and one on the right, separated by the three of them.

Back then, as Ben Lucas’s fiancée, Molly Wellington naturally stood beside him.

But tears hung on her face, her little mouth faintly pouting, and she was looking unhappily to the left, not at the camera at all.

On the other side, David Redington’s blue eyes were deep; that delicate, aloof little figure also wasn’t looking at the camera. From the right side of the photo, he had turned his head toward the left, those bright blue eyes fixed tightly on Molly Wellington’s face.

The cameraman responsible for taking their picture captured this moment, and naturally this shot was "unqualified" and wasn’t selected at the time.

But later, when Molly Wellington personally went through and picked out the photos, she selfishly kept this one.

In the picture, Molly Wellington had actually been cried into tears by Abraham Redington.

She had had a quarrel with Abraham Redington at the photo shoot. They were still so young back then, but when it came to trading barbs, Molly Wellington was certainly no match for Abraham Redington.

Not only was she angered until she was fuming, she even cried until her eyes turned red.

They coaxed her for a long time before the shoot, and only then did the little girl gradually calm down. But when the actual shot was taken, she still couldn’t help her eyes turning red again.

And Abraham Redington...

He had never learned to let anyone off the hook since he was little, and he was stubborn by nature, but the cameraman accidentally captured that little look of concern when he secretly glanced at Molly Wellington.

Feelings in youth are always the most beautiful. At that time, Molly Wellington was still Ben Lucas’s fiancée, but the way Abraham Redington looked at her had already betrayed the emotions buried in his heart.

"You actually have a photo like this..." Seeing the old photo was like going back to that moment; even Abraham Redington’s gaze softened against his will.

Standing in front of the dressing table, he reached out his long, slender fingers and stroked the edge of the frame.

The Molly he once thought was his elder brother’s fiancée had, in the end, become his.

Thinking of the jealousy toward Ben Lucas that he had bottled up as a child, thinking of those thoughts about wanting to steal Molly Wellington away, even Abraham Redington felt that his younger self had been childish and ridiculous.

Molly Wellington’s tightly strung heart softened when she saw Abraham Redington gently caress the frame.

Her gaze followed his movement and focused on that photo as well.

Standing behind him, Molly Wellington nodded lightly. "Yeah. After you left Eastonia for Europe, I happened to find it in Master James’s studio—the one who took our pictures. Back then, even though you always liked to bully me, every time my eyes turned even a little red, you would soften.

Afraid I’d be sad, you’d coax me... You were sharp-tongued, but you never forced me... and you would... you would still protect me..."