Looking at Michael Gallagher blatantly blocking the way, Molly Walker felt rather helpless.
"How did you get here?"
He had clearly told her that he couldn't make it today because he had something to do, but now he suddenly appeared.
"I pushed aside what I was doing; being with you is more important." The always self-possessed man suddenly gripped her hand tightly and turned to look at Jeremy Norman, "You were just staring at Olivia Sawyer."
Michael Gallagher's deep eyes looked at Olivia Sawyer's back, and he said indifferently, "You can't force emotions, but don't miss out either. Not everyone is as lucky as me, able to win back the one they yearn for."
As if thinking of something, Michael Gallagher lowered his eyelashes, and his pupils trembled.
It was at this moment that a warmth spread through his palm.
It was Molly.
Her soft hand was squeezed into a small fist, slowly placed into his palm.
