Love Began with the First Meeting

"The man on the night before yesterday... that was you?" Molly asked in confusion. She was so astonished that she didn't even ponder over what she spoke before she had uttered it.

Her red, teary eyes were wide open in shock and closely staring at Brian, and as they met his deep, cold stare, she felt her heart sinking into endless despair.

A faint smile appeared on Brian's face, and it was filled with invisible cruelty. He moved his lips slightly and said slowly," You can choose to stay here right now, or you can go back home and think of an excuse to persuade your family. Either way, you have to be back here before dinner."

This wasn't a request or even a suggestion. It was a direct order which couldn't be refused.

Brian took his eyes off the astonished Molly and left the villa.

Molly stood still and stared blankly ahead. She didn't even blink her eyes until she felt Eric's presence right beside her.

She looked up at him slowly. He had a handsome face, black and thick eyebrows, charming eyes, an aquiline nose, and perfectly shaped lips. His warm and pleasant disposition resembled the sunlight, but Molly felt a chill just standing by him.

"You'd never planned on helping me, had you?" she asked. Even at that moment, she was hoping the truth wasn't what she had thought it to be. She was hoping there were still some people willing to help her; some few good people, thinking about whom, she could be inspired to move on.

Hearing her words, Eric gave a frown but didn't say a word. It was true that he had only planned to disturb his brother's moves. But now, seeing Molly's sad eyes, he suddenly didn't have the heart to tell her his true intention.

Before he could explain, a faint, mocking smile came up on Molly's face. She ground her teeth preventing herself from crying out, and said," I may be an ordinary person, living at the bottom of the society, and I may have to work like a gear wheel every single day, but you... you get a lot of fun from making a fool of me, don't you? When you saw your brother humiliate me in front of you, you felt great, didn't you?"

"Little Molly..." Eric murmured.

"Don't you dare call me that! We're not that close!" Molly interrupted him furiously. She glared at him with a chilly gaze, and coldly continued," You know what? I don't blame it on you. You never had to help me after all. But I guess I do owe you my gratitude for showing me that there is no such thing as a miracle in this world!"

Then she turned around and left the house. She walked at a steady pace, and told herself as she held her head high," I may be a nobody, and I may have nothing of my own, but I will preserve my dignity!"

Eric walked out behind her and stood at the door. He watched Molly striding away, until her figure faded beyond the horizon. In the early winter morning sunlight, she looked like a cypress tree, enduring the strong and cold wind; never giving up, never giving in!

"Poor girl..." Lenny sighed, folding her arms and leaning against the door. "Had she known that things would turn out like this, she would have said yes to Mr. Brian last night, wouldn't she?"

"It was her fault that she broke into Brian's world!" Eric scowled. His words seemed to have some implications.

curled her lips and thought, 'She would have been

house,

Lenny replied, staring behind him in confusion. 'Will he really leave

*

passing by on the road. Her eyes were twitching uncontrollably. Even though she was standing in the hustle and bustle of the city, she felt boundless loneliness, as if she was the sole

all her working places, and simply wandered aimlessly around the streets. Her heart was

who looked so indifferent, had

continuously emerged in her mind, and she felt her head splitting from the

never allowed anyone to break into his world without

she... she had climbed into

and her

but strangely enough, there was still a smile on her

was she herself who had caused

instead, had simply bumped into a more dangerous

up at the sky above. The morning sunlight burnt her dry eyes, and she couldn't help blinking. It had turned sunny after a

continued to think, 'That man said the choice wasn't up

to her. No matter how hard she had tried, it had always been out

that man... He was like Satan from hell, with

let it be, Molly!' She thought. 'He was the man

gave a bitter smile in which one could see nothing but desolation and

look at the sky,

great it is! With nothing else left for me, it's still here. Sunny or cloudy,

deep thoughts, her exhaustion and hunger totally off her mind. The sinking and softening rays of the sun brought her back when she saw the

hung in the air for a while before

hoarse voice greeted her ears.

while, and then said,"

fell into silence. Maybe Steven was