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.

lips and thought, 'She would have been better

back and stepped into the house, commanding at the

replied, staring behind him in confusion. 'Will he really leave the city so

*

Molly she stood there, blankly staring at the people and cars passing by on the road. Her eyes were twitching uncontrollably. Even though she was standing in the hustle and bustle of

of absence from all her working places, and simply wandered aimlessly around the streets. Her heart was an amalgam

looked so indifferent, had been

in her mind, and she felt

never allowed anyone to break into his

she had climbed into his

eyes became wet, and her nose twitched

were fluttering, but strangely enough, there was still a smile on her face. She wanted to

was she herself who had caused this chain of

had simply bumped into a more dangerous man. She couldn't blame

above. The morning sunlight burnt her dry eyes, and she couldn't help blinking. It had

'That man said the choice wasn't up to

how hard she had tried, it had always been out of her control and she couldn't escape that fate.

was like Satan from hell, with a plethora of gloom about him.

She thought. 'He was the man you

which one could see nothing

look at the sky,

With nothing else left for me, it's still

sun brought her back when she saw

Her hand hung in the air

there?" A hoarse voice greeted

a while, and then said," Hey

was still struggling to find a way to talk to