NovelEnglishHans found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn't help but ask, "So you mean to poison yourself after the competition?" "Exactly, I'd rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after the competition than make a fool of myself during it." Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.
After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, "Your clothes smell so good." Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hans, wiping her tears on his clothes? At that moment, Arabella pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth upon seeing the scene.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMolly, "It's not what you think." Molly hadn't expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly explained to Hans, "I'm sorry, Mr.
Collins, really sorry, | didn't mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I'll wash them for you when we get back." Hans, "That's not necessary." Molly tried to tug his clothes off but couldn't, and it was tremendously embarrassing. She wiped her tears off his clothes with her hands, "I really didn't mean to." Her voice gradually lowered, and she murmured, "And | didn't mean to hug you just now." Leaning against the door, Arabella casually asked, "Should | hold onto your trophy?" Trophy?? Molly wanted to dash over and grab it.
"Careful." Hans quickly caught her hand, which still had the IV needle in it. She would definitely pull on the needle if she rushed over like that.
Molly realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Hans hurriedly let go of her hand, and he had unintentionally grabbed it in his panic.
Arabella watched the scene with interest, casually sauntering over, effectively breaking the awkward tension.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmArabella, "Guess what this is?" "Third place???" Molly's eyes immediately lit up, "Bella, is this sspecial treatment for me? | passed out, yet still managed third place.” Arabella, "You only tweaked the hemline in the third round, but the overall look was still good, plus your high scores in the first two rounds.” So, getting third place was within reason.
"Really? No special treatment? Really?" Molly excitedly hugged Arabella.
Arabella glanced at her hand, thankfully, the needle hadn't been pulled. "Yes, the other judges have scored too. The scores are legit." Arabella felt her cheek pressed against Molly's, and she could barely say, "Easy there, you're choking me." "Bella, | love you." Molly hugged her tightly, like an affectionate kitten. She hadn't won the championship, but she was more than satisfied with third place.
Molly, "It's just | didn't get to receive the trophy from you on stage.” "So take it now." Arabella handed her the trophy, formally stating, "Contestant No.1, Molly, congratulations on winning third place." Molly giggled happily, then bowed deeply, excitedly, and respectfully, accepting, "Thank you, Queen Abby, thank you for personally presenting this to me." "This is my autograph.” Arabella handed her a stack of photos, shots of her judging Molly during the competition. There were more than ten in total.
"Ah." Molly's eyes sparkled, and she excitedly grabbed the photos, "Who took these? They're so good."
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