Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Chapter 118 Dodge

Molly went downstairs. All the three people's eyes fell on her.

Being stared at by such eyes, Molly was a little nervous. In addition, the hem of the dress was too long.

She was flustered and stepped on the corner of the dress.

Everyone was shocked. Molly was still standing on the stairs. If she fell down like this, she would

definitely fall miserably!

Molly closed her eyes in despair. She didn't want to see her face getting closer and closer to the

ground.

'Will my face be disfigured if I fall down like this?'

Molly couldn't even imagine that.

But her face didn't seem to touch anything, but was blocked by something and she also seemed to be

moved to the ground.

Molly didn't open her eyes. She reached out her hand and touched the thing that stopped her. It was

elastic and soft, and felt good. Molly rubbed it again.

"Have you touched enough?" Allen said in a slightly suppressed voice.

It was not until then that Molly opened her eyes and found herself standing against Allen, her hand on

Allen's chest.

It turned out that it was Allen who held Molly who was about to fall to the ground in his arms from the

stairs.

"Molly, fortunately, Allen reacted quickly enough. What if you really fell down?" Seeing Molly and Allen

safely landing on the ground, Peggy quickly walked to the side of the two people. She was relieved to

see that Molly was fine and began to complain about Molly.

Harold and Marisa stood aside and asked anxiously, "Are you all right??"

Seeing that everyone was around her, Molly pushed Allen away in a hurry, touched her own nose and

said shyly, "Allen caught me steadily. I'm fine."

Harold looked at Allen, who was standing aside and looking at Molly worriedly, and said in a teasing

tone, "It seems that it's really good to have a boyfriend!"

Seeing that Molly blushed and still looked at Allen, Harold teased Marisa, "Marisa, did you see that?

You'd better hurry up to find a boyfriend. It's almost the New Year, and you can take him back to show

your parents!"

Perhaps Marisa was often teased by Harold. Hearing his words, Marisa didn't feel shy at all and said

frankly, "The boyfriend can't be found easily. I follow you every day in the design room, and the only

person I can say is you, Mr. Harold. Otherwise, Mr. Harold, you can go home with me to celebrate the

New Year this year, so that I don't have to be urged to marry by my parents!"

Harold was choked by Marisa's words and didn't know how to respond to Marisa.

Perhaps out of the woman's intuition, Molly felt that the relationship between Marisa and Harold was

not as simple as it appeared in front of them.

But Molly wouldn't ask them if they didn't tell her. After all, they were just designers and customers.

Harold lowered his head and looked at the hem of Molly's clothes. He frowned and asked, "Is the hem

too long for you to walk?"

Molly shook her head slightly and said, "No, that's not the reason. I was a little anxious just now."

Peggy said unsatisfied, "We're not in a hurry. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Molly pouted, "Who let you all stare at me!"

At this time, Allen added, "What's wrong? Why don't you let us see you in such a beautiful dress? "

Molly stuck out her tongue naughtily at Allen and said, "I won't let you see me!"

"Oh?" Allen snorted and put his left hand on Molly's shoulder awkwardly. "If you don't let me see you,

who else do you want to show it to?"

Allen stared at Molly with a different expression in his eyes.

Peggy couldn't bear to see Molly and Allen flirting as if no one was around. "Well, if you two have

anything to say, close the door after you go back and have a good talk. Now turn around and let us see

if the dresses fits you!"

Hearing Peggy's words, Molly blushed. She took off Allen's arm on her shoulder and stood with Allen Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

seriously.

Molly was wearing a red dress, which made her fair skin look fairer. The slightly vintage style and

embroidery made her seem to come out of an ancient painting.

Allen's suit was a formal one, but it didn't take the black and white color as usual. Instead, it was blue

and well-tailored. The perfect proportion of his figure was reflected, and his strong waist and long legs

were completely shown in front of everyone.

The two of them just stood at the stairway casually, but Peggy couldn't help nodding.

Harold was also praising "a perfect match". Hearing that, Peggy was more satisfied.

Because there was nothing unsatisfactory about both side, the task was completed very quickly. They

soon came out of Harold's house.

Peggy had a driver to pick her up, and there was no need for Molly and Allen to go back from the Su

Family, so they decided to go back to their two apartments.

They were driving back the way they had come. Suddenly, Allen said to Molly, "Molly, let's go to the

hospital first."

"To the hospital?" Molly didn't understand, "Are you going to see a patient? In which hospital? "

Allen shook his head, "No."

Allen raised his right hand and said to Molly, "My hand seems to have sprained. I need to see a doctor."

Molly stepped on the brake, pulled over the car and turned around to look at Allen.

Molly gently lifted his right hand and found that his wrist was swollen. While complaining about her own

carelessness, she didn't find that he was injured. At the same time, she blamed Allen, "Why didn't you

tell me earlier?"

Allen smirked, "We are here for the engagement dress. How can I leave before the matter is finished?"

Molly gave him a reproachful look and said, "Stubborn!"

Then she said sadly, "Does it hurt?"

Then Molly blamed herself, "It's all my fault. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been injured! Why did you

rush up? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been injured! "

Allen shook his head helplessly and touched Molly's head with his uninjured hand. "If I don't rush up,

we will send you to the hospital just now!"

Seeing that Molly was still in a low mood, Allen knew that she had blamed all the responsibilities on

herself.

Allen put his injured hand in front of her and said, "It's not your fault. It doesn't hurt either."

"It's so swollen. How could it not hurt?" Molly wanted to touch his wrist, but she was afraid that he

would feel pain.

Allen thought helplessly in his heart, 'who was injured?' But he comforted Molly, "Well, don't think about

it now. Let's go to the hospital first!"

Molly drove directly to their hospital and called the best surgeon to confirm that there was no injury to

the bone and it was just a sprain. After resting for a few days, Allen would recover. Molly was relieved.

Since the two of them had no problem with their dresses, they brought them back today. However,

when they went upstairs, Molly was holding a handbag in one hand, and no matter what Allen said, she

wouldn't give it to him.

Standing in the corner of the elevator, Allen looked at the resolute Molly and sighed, "My right hand is

injured, but my left hand is also good. You can't let me, a man, watch a woman holding something,

right? It's not like a gentleman, is it?"

"I know what kind of person you are!" Molly retorted, "Besides, these two dresses are not heavy. I can

hold them myself. Don't touch your hands!"

Allen lowered his head dejectedly, walked ahead and went back to open the door.

At dinner in the evening, Molly was also worried that Allen would hurt his right hand, so she took a

spoon for Allen. She put the food into his bowl and asked him if it was convenient for him to eat. It

seemed that she really wanted to feed him.

Although Allen hoped that Molly would do so, considering the actual situation, it was not carried out.

At night, when they was about to go to bed, Molly didn't forget to remind Allen not to touch his hand

when he was washing and not to go jogging tomorrow.

On the second day, Molly got up early and was about to buy breakfast, but she saw hot porridge on the

dining table in the dining room. Allen came out of the kitchen and took two pairs of chopsticks with his

uninjured hands. When he saw Molly, he smiled.

"Good morning, Molly. Come and have breakfast."

"Allen, good morning." Molly also greeted him. She took the chopsticks from his hand and had

breakfast with him.

When they were about to finish eating, Molly stirred the porridge in her bowl and said softly, "Allen, are

you all right?"

Allen was stunned for a while, thinking that Molly was asking him about his hand. "Well, there is nothing

else. I guess it will be fine in two days."

Molly asked again, "Allen, you're normal now, aren't you?"

This time, Molly looked at Allen with unprecedented seriousness in her eyes.

Allen also put down his chopsticks and looked at Molly. After a while, he looked at her and answered

seriously, "Molly, no matter what's wrong with me, you just need to remember that I'm Allen."

Molly nodded and picked up the chopsticks again. "Well, I see. Let's eat. I have to go to school later."

Allen felt uneasy. He was afraid that Molly would misunderstand him. As expected, what happened in

the next few days proved that Molly was avoiding him.

Since that day, Molly didn't come back for lunch with him. When Allen said he would go to school to

accompany her, she found various excuses to refuse.

In the past, when the two of them had breakfast, Molly would always stay at home for a while before

going to school. Now, no matter whether she had the class in the first class or not, she always went to

school early. Sometimes, she even didn't have breakfast at home.

Although Molly still came back at night, she came back very late. She had to go back to her room to

have a rest after a few words. Looking at the tired look on her face, Allen couldn't say anything

word.