Love Began with the First Meeting

"What if I had said that I wanted Mr. Gu to win?" Molly blurted out her question, not knowing why.

Having heard her question, Brian stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around. The sharp, piercing eyes rested on Molly's furrowed brows, taking in her cautious yet eager face. Was she expecting an answer? Brian grinned in delight, then in mock peacefulness inquired," You want to know?"

Relishing his mocking question, he grinned mischievously as he waited for Molly's response, his eyes getting deeper with malice.

Molly was only his pet and his toy for one month. The previous day, he had asked her if she was bored at the villa and she blurted out her answer without hesitation. Not knowing why, Brian had granted her the permission to go back to work at the casino.

Right off the bat, Brian had asked Jason to arrange for her to serve in the VIP rooms. The idea of Molly showing up in the big hall, among so many people, wasn't something he would tolerate. She was his woman and her picture-perfect smile was only his to relish, something he could ill-afford to share with anyone.

However, the reluctance of sharing her smile with others made him slightly frown. He wondered why he would have such ideas in his mind. He sneered at his silly thoughts.

Looking at Brian's deep, flinty eyes, Molly pursed her lips and nodded.

"Call my name now!" a sudden, calm demand came.

Molly stared at him, questions

Brian repeated in a lower steely, voice," Call my

frowned in confusion. Cursing within, slightly squinting at narcissistic man's face,

tightly, as if pondering over her incredulous

it properly. Every time, she spoke his name, she had always made it sound rough.

A wise person should know how to submit to circumstances. Experience from the past few days had taught her that it was best to just play along. Better feign obedience and make him happy for the time being than suffer the consequences. Although her mother didn't understand all the sacrifices Molly

of their mother's improved condition, Molly had been hopeful.

providing her the means to save her mother. As long as her mother was getting good medical attention, she'd

him,

smile slowly fizzled out. Softly, she muttered, a sense of resignation echoing on her every syllable," I've put forward so many choices... There must be at least one you like." She pouted, frustrated at his unfeeling

anger seemed to wane, at least, briefly. He let out an incredulous hum, cold as

Molly compressed her lips, cleared her throat and

last-ditch attempt struck a chord in Brian's heart. The conceited and unpredictable man enjoyed Molly's mixed emotions of tenderness, helplessness, subservience and grievance. Under the silent, freezing night, his toy was