Love Began with the First Meeting

It wasn't the first time she'd seen him immersed in work, but somehow, today he looked appealing even when Molly had no idea what he was doing.

Brian was having a technical discussion with another person on screen, nothing of which made sense to Molly. But she felt the man's domineering spirit just by the way he talked.

His profile was beautiful, Molly noted, as she stared at him thoughtfully. It was like a sculptor's masterpiece, perfectly presented.

Initially, she occasionally stole glances at Brian. Then she couldn't control herself and became fixated with his face. And Molly didn't even realize what she was doing.

He knew Molly was staring at him but ignored it. Brian focused on Harrow's face on the computer screen as he continued to give orders related to their discussion. More than an hour later, he ended the video call and suddenly turned to look at Molly.

She felt more than saw Brian's sharp and cold eyes on her and snapped out of her illusions. Molly blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly tried to defend herself. "I… I wasn't staring at you!" she stammered.

'All right! That was a lie, and you know it, ' Molly paused to think.

"No, I mean I was looking at you because…" she wanted to cry.

She'd just confessed to the man and didn't know how to get out of the embarrassing situation.

Molly covered her face with her hands and bit her lips in shame. What had she said?

Brian was now staring at Molly, fascinated by her facial expressions that changed by the second. Now, it was a mixture of chagrin and innocence.

His lips curved into a small, unobtrusive smile. Teasingly, he asked,"Did I say something?"

Molly opened her mouth to say something then closed it.

Flustered, she blinked repeatedly. She was at a loss for words. Brian was right. He hadn't said anything, yet why was she so anxious?

"I…uhm…I…" she stammered.

she opted to resort to anger. It should help cover up the

slightly wrinkled his brow and stood up. Loudly, he ordered,"Go

we going?" Molly

way he would change her

"We're having dinner."

not hungry,"

I am!" he

he wanted no

still aching,"

forgot her role in Brian's life. Did

to kick in but felt nothing. He decided he preferred the lovely girl expressing her

Other people often saw this as coldness and would unconsciously

help but be impressed by the

young to disobey me, '

so Molly finally agreed to get changed. Her ankle was only slightly twisted, but it no longer hurt after

need. Inspecting her closet, she admitted Brian was very generous to his 'plaything'. After selecting her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror. Hair tied in a ponytail, a cute flower clip was a perfect match for the

neck and looked at it with fondness. Each time she touched the necklace, it would always remind her of Eric's face with

to it warmed her

of the room. Brian watched Molly come out of the room. Her beauty was breathtaking, he thought. Then he noticed the necklace,

baffling more than ever. He was in a good mood before she got dressed. And for a moment, when she stepped out of her

and he always inadvertently

Eric held

When he thought about this, Brian's face