Love Began with the First Meeting

The continuous flashing lights made Molly a little nervous. Before the event, she had imagined something similar to Mr. Song's birthday party, the closest event her mind could relate. But as it turned out, the birthday party was only a private affair and entirely different. Tonight's party as she'd learned was a high profile charity event with international acclaim, taking the media by storm. Never in her wildest imagination had she thought she'd be thrown into global limelight in one night. At that, she became nervous.

"Don't be afraid, OK?" Eric did not care about the media at all. He tidied the overcoat for Molly, calmly took her by the hand and led her onto the steps.

Perhaps because of the warmth of Eric's hand or his assuring words, which Molly had heard so many times lately, suddenly she regained her composure. She could almost hear Aunt Shirley's words: "Once you take the first step, you'll see how different everything becomes." And as she raised her head with new confidence, a spark ignited in her heart. She decided, she wasn't going to waste her moments of joy on pain or heartache from the past.

For security reasons, the whole hotel was booked, and all the rooms reserved for key guests who would take part in the concert. It was much quieter in the hotel than outside, where thousands of revelers and reporters flooded. A sea of humanity. In the hotel, besides the most representative media house in A City, only a few world famous media houses were allowed in.

"Strange?" asked Eric with a playful wink as they got into an elevator.

"You didn't tell me in advance there would be so many reporters here," Molly said, unimpressed.

"In consideration of the great influence of Wing, did I need to say that?" Eric asked her in reply.

When Molly curled her lips and mumbled, the elevator arrived at the venue on the top floor.

The elevator doors opened as soon as the chime came through. Molly was about to step out when Eric pulled her back.

"Ah!"

let alone ten-centimeter stilettos, she lost balance when Eric held her back. She tipped over awkwardly. She'd have fallen,

blushed, pouted

to make up stories tomorrow. It might not matter for

frowned. Eric pressed open and then clasped Molly's hand. As they walked, he added,"The people saw us together downstairs. If they see us get off the elevator apart, there is

dawned on Molly why Eric did that. Just as Brian told her yesterday Eric pretended to treat her well just because she

before she could think through it, she saw two people walk out of another

suit, Edgar looked official, rigorous as always. By his side was Jenifer in a rosy oblique shoulder fishtail dress. While Edgar looked elegant and still,

a slight glance at Molly before turning to Eric, whom he greeted

He also knew the relationship between Edgar and Little Molly,

She seemed aloof and uninterested. She felt like someone had suddenly twisted her heart severely, drove a sword through and shredded it to

harder. She forced herself to stop looking at Jenifer and tried to forget her heartache and pain. She stole a glance at Edgar unintentionally and realized that he was avoiding her from beginning to end. At the moment, a sense of loss flooded through her heart, overwhelming her with anguish. But still,

was a hubbub of voices in the banquet hall. People were busy toasting and talking with each other, with glasses of wine or champagne in their hands. Everybody wore a smile that was

glass in his slender fingers and another hand in the trouser pocket, Brian just stood there. However, he looked like a king, to whom people wanted to get close but were

with their eyes secretly. After all, many people had seen Brian together with Wing at the dessert shop that