Love Began with the First Meeting

The first thing Brian saw when he opened the door was Molly on the sofa, her head down, while she held the medicated oil in one hand.

He noticed her face twisting in pain as she rubbed oil on her swollen ankle.

Mumbling to herself, Molly didn't notice when Brian came in. All she could focus on was the pain.

"Owww…" she groaned in agony.

Another anguished sound escaped her lips. Molly had to take deep breaths to ride out the pain each time she rubbed her ankle. Her face took on a tortured expression as she slowly exhaled. Molly stared at her ankle, so horribly swollen, not knowing what to do except bite her lips and twitch her nose.

As she berated herself for not having any other option to reduce the swelling of her ankle, someone suddenly snatched the medicated oil from her hand. She looked up and found herself staring into an impassive but attractive face. Before she had time to process what was happening, Brian went down on one knee and gently took her ankle to put on his other knee. His careful handling was in contrast to the imperiousness and unwillingness on his face. Without a word and never looking at Molly's face, he poured the oil into his palm and started rubbing it on the swollen joint.

The woman was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to react as she watched Brian gingerly working on her ankle. With dull eyes, Molly looked strangely at what he was doing to her sprained foot. His movements seemed to mesmerize her. All of a sudden, Molly screamed as she felt severe pain shooting through her whole body.

"Keep quiet!" Brian barked at her. His tone was cold and angry, and he gave her a look of disapproval even as he kept rubbing her ankle with the medicated oil.

"Ouch!" Molly whimpered.

"Please be gentle," she cried in pain.

But the pain didn't stop, and her ankle already felt so hot. She went on screaming as he kept massaging the swollen joint. "It hurts, Brian! Easy, easy…" she pleaded with him.

He ignored her pleas and went on rubbing and blocked out each "ouch" he heard.

do it a little gentler, please?" she was

you're very noisy, right?" he mocked

darkened as he continued rubbing the ankle with as much pressure as he

raved in pain as Brian applied the oil and massaged her foot. Suddenly, she stopped after realizing the pain was gone. All that

control the pressure Brian applied on Molly's ankle. Even when he noticed she had stopped complaining about the pain, he kept quiet. When their eyes met, still no words were spoken. Molly then turned to look at

moment, she was lost in

moment. The only sounds that broke the silence were the breathing of two people and the rubbing of the skin. The suffocating and irritating smell of medicated oil filled the air. It

no longer stand the quiet, Molly suddenly

I think you can work as a masseur in case you lose your

foot and resulted in

what she said. But he continued

ankle will take more than a month if you don't apply force when massaging. And if you become disabled, who will take care of you? I

laughing after Brian finished speaking. He was annoyed, and his tightly knitted brows were proof of this. She saw him looking at her

did you just say? That you won't have time

or

widened. She raised both eyebrows before continuing to make fun of Brian. "Why am I only learning now that you're such

at her words. Before he could retort, she asked,"Bri, how many people with sprains have

scowled but remained silent.

of rubbing my ankle," she

her continued chatter, he raised his eyes to glance at Molly and answered coldly,"Whenever I

why knowing Brian had been injured many times in the past made her