Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Edward stopped at the porch and said, "By the way, there's another important thing I forgot to tell you!" "Say it!"

After thinking for a while, Edward didn't go back to the living room. Instead, he stood at the porch and said, "The court is going to hold a trial for Kevin tomorrow. Do you want to go and see it?"

Hearing the name of Kevin, Molly and Allen's faces darkened. After saying that, Edward pushed the door open and left. The two of them decided on their own.

After a while, Molly looked at Allen with a complicated look in her eyes, but said nothing.

Of course, Allen noticed her hesitation. He sighed in his heart, but still pulled her to sit down beside him. "It's up to you. If you want to see it, I'll go with you tomorrow. If you really don't want to see Kevin, I'll try to prevent him from appearing in front of you."

Molly lowered her head and didn't say anything. The whole living room became very quiet.

After a while, Allen sighed and stood up to go to the kitchen.

However, as soon as he stood up, Molly grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Where are you going?"

Molly said in a frightened tone and looked worried. Allen even found some tears in her eyes. He had no doubt that if he continued to walk to the kitchen now, she would cry out.

After thinking for a while, Allen came back to her and sat down. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her softly, "What's wrong?"

Molly still grabbed his sleeve and asked in a choked voice, "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Allen explained in a hurry, afraid that Molly's tears would fall if he spoke slowly. "I just want to heat a glass of milk for you in the kitchen."

Looking at Allen's face carefully, Molly asked, "Are you angry?"

"Why do you ask that?" Allen didn't admit it or deny it. But he also knew that he stood up just now to heat up a glass of milk for Molly. But the main reason was that he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her hesitating.

"I didn't make it clear to you."

Allen frowned, "What do you mean?"

"My relationship with Kevin."

Allen frowned and asked, "Your relationship with Kevin?"

Molly wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth again. She bit her lips and didn't know whether she should say it or not.

How many people could accept such a thing as rebirth, and how many men could accept that the woman they loved deeply had given their heart to another man?

People were afraid of ghosts, so she wondered if she was a ghost that could live in the sun and go back to the past. She didn't know if Allen could accept her like this.

If she told Allen about her relationship with Kevin, would she and Allen still be like this? Would there be a crack in their relationship?

Molly didn't dare to think further. She closed her mouth and eyes, as if she was escaping from something.

She thought that Allen would be angry and ask her about her relationship with Kevin. But she had made up her mind that even if Allen would get angry, she would not say a word. Because if she didn't say anything, Allen would just be angry and might ignore her for a few days. But this kind of trifle would naturally be fine after a period of time.

If she said that, Allen couldn't accept it, then there would be no possibility for them in their lives.

Therefore, Molly couldn't afford to gamble. She would hide this matter from the bottom of her heart.

She had already guessed that Allen would get angry, but to her surprise, he just sighed. He touched Molly's long hair and said gently with a little helplessness, "Tell me when you want to say it. Now that you don't want to say it now, then forget it."

But he still stood up and said, "You didn't eat too much at noon, so I'd better heat a glass of milk for you. In the evening, our mother asked us to go home for dinner. If you are tired now, you can go back to your room to rest."

After saying that, he walked to the kitchen. Molly stared at his back until he disappeared. She listened to Allen and went back to her room.

Standing in the kitchen, Allen took out a small milk pot from the cupboard with his hands and feet a little rusty. He took a bottle of milk from the fridge and poured it into the milk pot. Then he stopped smiling and stood aside in a daze.

It was not that he didn't care about Molly's attitude today, but for many reasons, he could only let himself not mind.

Allen had heard of the story between Kevin and Molly before, but he always thought that it was a media exaggeration or a one-sided hype. However, looking at the performance of Molly, he realized that it might not be as simple as he thought.

But... Allen smiled bitterly. What if they had a special relationship? And it was the past. Even if Allen was jealous, it was a little late.

What's more, he didn't dare to say anything harsh to Molly now, fearing that he would make her cry if he said too much. At that time, he would be the one who would feel sorry for her.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head again. He looked down at the milk pot. It had been a long time, and the milk should be almost hot.

But... Why does it still look cold?

After checking, Allen fired and began to heat the milk.

Sure enough, if he was distracted, he would make mistakes. So he'd better have a rest next time. Allen told himself.

Stirring the liquid in the pot, Allen had mixed feelings. Sometimes he was worried, and sometimes he sighed. At last, he put all the things on Kevin, who was already in prison.

If it weren't for Kevin, he wouldn't have thought about these things now! So Allen thought that Kevin...

Allen gritted his teeth and began to think about finding someone to trip Kevin up later.

Just when he was thinking about whom to look for, the milk in the pot was fortunately burnt. So, when he thought too much, he really didn't want to do anything. Because he was easy to do something wrong. Feeling a little sad, Allen took the milk out of the kitchen and found that Molly was no longer in the living room. He thought for a while and went to the bedroom with the tray.

There was a bulge in the quilt in the bedroom, and Molly was lying there with her head covered.

Seeing this, Allen smiled gently. He put the milk on the bedside table, pulled the quilt and said gently, "The milk is hot. Get up and drink it quickly."

Molly sat up slowly and took the cup from Allen. Then she kept her head down to cover her red eyes.

Of course, Allen noticed what Molly was doing, but he pretended not to see it. He turned around to pack up his things and said to her, "Why are you lying on the bed again? Are you a little sleepy?" Molly nodded slightly, but she found that Allen couldn't see her with his back to her, so she nodded.

"Okay. Drink the milk and have a good rest," Allen nodded and continued.

After Molly finished drinking, Allen went downstairs to wash the cup.

Lying on the bed, Molly didn't close her eyes for a long time. She was a little hesitant whether she should tell Allen or not.

She was worried that Allen couldn't accept it. But if she didn't tell him, the atmosphere between the two could always be like this.

Molly scratched her hair worriedly and didn't know what she should do.

Looking at the empty door, Molly couldn't help but grasp the corner of the quilt tightly and wondered why Allen washed the cup for so long.

It was easy to wash the cup, but Allen made several phone calls at this time. When he went upstairs again, Molly was already lying in bed with her back to him.

He knew that Molly didn't fall asleep, Allen adjusted his mood, bent over the bed and said with a smile, "Eh, there seems to be a beauty on the bed!" Molly moved a little and didn't answer him.

Allen continued, "Everyone loves beauty. It seems that this beauty has fallen asleep. I wonder if she will wake up after I kiss her."

Molly still didn't move, but her ears seemed to be stained with red.

"This beauty seems to be my type! Will she be angry if I kiss her?" Allen continued with a cunning smile. He really wanted to kiss on Molly's face. Covering the quilt, Molly stretched out a hand to stop him and said sulkily, "No!"

Allen smiled and held her in his arms, "Oh, it turns out that this beauty is not asleep! Beauty, how about I sleep with you?"

Molly pushed him away and said, "Go away, you bastard!"

Allen seemed to be addicted to the game, full of rascal, "Beauty, are you playing with me? Don't worry. I'll be right there!"

Molly tried to push him away, but failed to stop Allen from getting into bed.

"Well, you're soft. It's so comfortable to hold you!" Allen squinted his eyes and sighed with enjoyment.

With a red face, Molly pushed him and said, "Well, stop it."

Allen said, "Okay. Let's sleep."

Curling up in Allen's arms, Molly couldn't fall asleep. Looking at Allen, who was breathing steadily beside her, she asked softly, "Allen, are you asleep?" Allen opened his eyes and said, "Not yet."

"Then... Let me talk to you!"

Allen turned over and lay face to face with her. "Okay, what do you want to say?"

Molly bit her lips, "Do you want to go to the first trial of Kevin tomorrow?"

Allen was a little disappointed, but he still said gently, "I don't care. If you want to go, I'll go with you."

Molly nodded, "Yes, I want to go. Go with me."

"Okay." Allen kissed her forehead and asked, "Anything else?"

Molly shook her head and said, "Not yet."

"Okay, close your eyes and have a rest." Allen turned over and said, "You said you were tired just now."

"Okay."

After a while, Molly called Allen again.

"I have something to tell you tomorrow afternoon."]