Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
She drew a tiny circle in the air with her finger, laughing, looking cute as a button.
Hans softened his voice, “Seems like there’s still room for me to improve.”
“No, you’re already perfect. You have great self–control and ambition and can manage your schedule and emotions well. You handle any problem with a cool head. Many people in the company admire you, thinking you’re flawless.”
“And some think I’m a workaholic robot, cold and boring.”
“That’s not true. In my opinion, you’re a gentleman who leads by example, a fair boss, and someone who’s overly protective of his sister.”
Overly protective of his sister?
Molly, “Overall, I think you’re a good person, very gentle.”
Hans had never been praised like this by a girl before. In school, girls only had one word for him – handsome. At work, people found him stringent. And Molly was the first person to compliment him in every way.
Hans’s gaze softened even more, “Take a break, and I’ll call you when it’s time.”
Molly, “Okay.”
Although Molly wanted to rest, having her boss sit before, her, reading documents, gave her some pressure.
She closed her eyes, images of the competition scene flooding her mind. It was such a pity, that the butterfly knot wasn’t tied properly, and the top part of the dress wasn’t altered well.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Hans, “Mr. Collins, can I borrow some paper and a pen?”
She was currently receiving an IV drip on someone else’s plane.
“Sure, I’ll go get them.” Hans stood up and quickly found her some paper and a pen.
Ideas started to flow in Molly’s head. She quickly sketched a few dress designs on the paper, all with butterfly–style skirts but completely different top designs.
Hans watched her intently, drawing, images of her on stage today, holding an umbrella, slowly coming out from a small bridge over a stream, looking into the distance…
Her retro hairstyle, slim figure, wearing a well–fitted red dress, with Solterra women’s unique elegance and nobility.
“Mr. Collins, what do you think?” Molly waved her free hand in front of Hans, “Mr. Collins? Did you hear me?”
Hans snapped back to reality.
Only a few minutes had passed, and Molly had already drawn seven or eight designs.
Hans took the sketches, surprised to find each of them unique.
“What do you think?” Molly held her breath, waiting for her boss’s evaluation.
Hans nodded, “Very good.”
“Really?”
“You’ll be the next Queen Abby.”
Such high praise?
It was coming from Queen Abby’s own brother.
Molly was surprised but more excited.
“Under your leadership, the company will definitely get better and better.” Hans returned the sketches to her.
Molly didn’t realize how she took the papers, only knowing that her boss’s approval made her extremely happy.
After a while, she fell asleep. Hans watched the girl in front of him, thinking back to the time in the office when she tripped over her own torn skirt, slipping and falling into his arms again and again.
Then, her face was as red as a ripe apple, almost to the point of tears, especially at the end when her dress tore. Despite him quickly taking off his blazer to cover her, she still ran out of the office in embarrassment.
She was really cute then.
After a while, Molly felt a thin blanket gently placed on her. It must have been Hans, afraid that she would catch a cold, specially found a blanket to cover her.
Molly didn’t dare to open her eyes, but her breathing became more and more tense.
The next thing she knew, someone was gently replacing the IV drip bottle for her.
The guy was so gentle as if he was afraid to disturb her rest.
Hans‘ tenderness and attentiveness warmed Molly’s heart.
God knew how much time had passed when the plane flew over Solterra.
Molly had a good snooze and woke up to find Hans making coffee by the coffee machine.
His tall and graceful figure and handsome face were really an eye candy.
“You’re awake?” Hans noticed her gaze, brewed a cup of coffee for her, and placed it in front of her. “Give it a try.”
Molly noticed the needle on the back of her hand was gone..“Did you pull it out for me?”
Hans, “Yeah.”
Molly was surprised at his skills. She didn’t even wake up when he pulled out the needle.
He must have been very gentle, right?
And he pressed on the wound for her when he pulled out the needle.
With these thoughts, Molly couldn’t help blushing. She took a sip of the coffee and immediately made a face. It was so bitter. Seeing her reaction, Hans laughed, “You’re not used to bitterness?”
Molly, “No, I can handle it!”
“You don’t need to call me Mr. Collins in private,” Hans added three cubes of sugar to her coffee, looking very friendly.
Molly, “What should I call you then? Hans?”
She should call him like Bella did to make it more personable.
“Still bitter?” Hans looked at her again.
Molly took another sip, not daring to say it was still bitter.
Hans added two more cubes of sugar to her coffee. “Try again.”
“Mr. Collins, no, Hans, you’re so considerate.”
Even though she didn’t say anything, Hans could tell she didn’t like bitter coffee and added sugar to her coffee twice.
The plane soon landed at a private airstrip.
“Hans, thanks for bringing me back home.” Molly got off the plane and was ready to hail a cab.
“There’s no taxi around.”
“I can walk out and hail one.”
“Bella asked me to take you home.” Hans kept the car door open. “Get in.”
In the end, Molly got into his car.
Since there was a driver, she and Hans could only sit in the back seat.
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