Chapter 2808 - 281: I Like Hearing You Call Me Abbie

Chapter 2808: Chapter 281: I Like Hearing You Call Me Abbie

The two entangled on the sofa were already excessively intimate.

Some different emotions were fermenting between them.

Skye Brown tugged at her husband, then pulled her son, and quietly left the living room.

And what about Molly Wellington?

By the time she realized everything was a ploy by Abraham Redington, she was already pinned beneath him on the wide sofa.

"Abraham, you tricked me..." Molly Wellington furrowed her brow, glaring at the man pressing her down.

His eyes were so deep and blue, fixed motionlessly on her face: "I didn’t deceive you, kneeling was real, wanting to marry you is also real... Molly, will you marry me?"

"You, Abraham... Don’t do this..." Molly’s voice caught in her throat; she couldn’t bear this side of Abraham.

This deeply affectionate Abraham was something she had never seen.

In the past, whatever he said always made her doubt, made her afraid to believe, afraid to love.

But at this moment, seeing the starlight glowing in his eyes, she knew everything he said was true.

When he knelt in front of her family so directly, she knew.

Such a proud man kneeling voluntarily rather than being forced, what did that one kneel represent—Molly Wellington didn’t dare to think about it, but it wasn’t that she didn’t understand.

"Call me Abbie, I like it when you call me Abbie."

His voice was low and deep, completely talking about something seemingly unrelated.

Abbie, Abbie...

How many years had it been since she last called him that.

The girl who used to always chase after him nearly got lost by him.

He wanted to hear her call him Abbie again.

"I..." Quickly, a layer of mist rose in Molly Wellington’s eyes, her throat became drier, unable to produce sound.

Those two words, "Abbie," once said so fluently, had now become so difficult.

She didn’t even know when "Abbie" became a name she could only utter when drunk or in dreams.

Abraham’s deep ice-blue eyes stayed on her, "Molly, call me."

His voice was magnetically low, mixed with gentle coaxing.

All the entangled and turned-over emotions between them, Abraham knew, lay within this name.

As long as Molly was willing to call him ’Abbie’ again, it meant she was willing to let go of her knots.

Once those knots were untied, they would have a chance.

Never had he been so clear and calm as this moment.

He wasn’t jealous, angry, threatening, or forcing, he just looked at Molly encouragingly, waiting for her to slowly adapt and call out—

Molly Wellington’s soft pink lips opened and closed, those two words several times about to spill out, then stuck again on her tongue.

Until, as time passed by, she still hadn’t spoken.

Abraham’s eyes gradually dimmed with understanding, he finally realized what he had missed, Molly genuinely couldn’t say it, she could no longer call him ’Abbie’.

"It’s okay, we can take it slow..." He couldn’t push, Abraham told himself.

He comforted her in a hoarse voice, but as soon as he spoke, he heard a tiny whisper—"Abbie..."

Abraham suddenly froze, lowering his gaze to the person in his arms: "What did you just call me?"

Did Molly call him ’Abbie’?

Molly’s voice was so small, so frail, he wasn’t even sure if the words she uttered were those two.

"Abbie..." Molly Wellington’s voice was still uncertain, lightly trembling.

Yet the joy in Abraham’s eyes was already overflowing, he lifted Molly Wellington’s round, adorable chin and pecked her soft lips: "Molly, say it again..."