Love Began with the First Meeting

"No! No, please... no... please..."

The sobbing continued. Molly was horrified and mumbling in her sleep. Her lips were dry, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face was twisted in pain.

"I'll... I'll pay the money back... Please... please trust me..."

The mumblings left her mouth continuously. She closed her eyes even more fiercely and shook her head uneasily.

"AHHHHH..."

A sudden, frightened scream broke the silence of the house, piercing the darkness all over. Molly abruptly sat up, woken from her slumber by a monstrous nightmare. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air and breathed deeply.

Slowly, she tried to compose herself and gulped. Although she was still hazy from her terrifying incubus, she scanned her surroundings.

The room was decorated mainly in white and purple, which somehow helped her calm down and feel at ease. The design inside wasn't fussy. Rather, it was a simple decoration that showed the owner enjoyed simplicity and freedom, but was also arrogant at the same time.

Immersed in her thoughts, Molly tightly compressed her lips together. As the memory of everything that had happened the night before came to her, her face suddenly went pale. She was wondering how she had gotten into this bed. The last thing she remembered was having a blackout and fainting. Everything beyond that was blank.

Her face changed expressions with her changing thoughts. She removed the quilts and, without bothering to put on her slippers, ran towards the window. When she drew the curtain, a cloudy sky greeted her eyes.

was snowing

for two days, and now, the overcast sky was dropping snow. She felt there were more snowy days

"Rat-a-Tat!"

meteorological musings. Jerking around, she saw the doorknob being

usual kind smile. "I assumed you would be awake, so I decided to inform you that Mr. Long called just now. He said that he would

he going to take me?" Frightened, Molly stepped backwards

smiled and shook her head. "Breakfast is ready,

around and left the room with the

or so. Then she shook her head with a sigh and went back

was staring angrily towards Molly's bedroom, murmuring something under her breath. Seeing Lisa come downstairs, she complained resentfully," She is only a pet to Mr. Long. Why does she

Yan, she is the only person Mr. Long has brought to the villa so far!" Lisa replied carelessly. She was well aware of the thoughts that prevailed in

obligated to serve him well. But she hoped that Lucy wouldn't be involved with him and would

Lucy had grown up and had her own ideas, there were things which even they, as her parents, would

a lot. This woman can't compete with her!" Lucy snorted and slammed the glass of milk

glared angrily at her. "Lucy! Remember your place and mind your own business! Don't poke your nose into what Mr. Long does or does

like she would retort but her mother's darkened face stopped her and reluctantly, she

face, Molly came downstairs and Lisa brought her breakfast: a glass of orange juice, a sandwich, and a poached egg. A simple one, but her favorite!