Love Began with the First Meeting

Molly's eyes widened and she stared directly into his eyes, reading his mind and his feelings through those deep and attractive eyes. She strove to recollect what had happened the day before, trying to put together the fragments in her mind. Everything was a blur. She could not tell whether they were dreams or realities which had actually happened to her. She vaguely remembered the shock and fear she had felt as she walked through the pathway under the shadow of the night and someone had suddenly covered her mouth from behind. She remembered how utterly scared she was as she blacked out. After that, her memories were hazy. She couldn't remember much clearly.

Molly's eyes widened more thinking about the terror she had felt when her mouth was covered from behind. It was like something horrible or some unnatural evil spirit had crept out from the shadow of the night and dragged her into hell. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell him what had happened to her, how terrified she was, to ask him why she was here. She doubted if she really was alive and rescued and wondered if everything she was seeing or feeling now was just a delusion of her terrified mind. She paid no heed to Brian's warning, opened her mouth and struggled to scream.

The intolerable pain in the throat sobered her up from her hallucination. But again, there was no sound, no more than some shattered, almost inaudible voice. She felt something amiss with her throat. She doubted if it was really just a throat inflammation like he had said. Unlike the throat inflammations she had had before or seen so far, this was too severe and it almost made her mute and she was in so much pain. She felt like she was being stabbed by a knife in her throat.

Brian just sat there and watched her pallid face twitch in mixed feelings, and he watched her suffering. Unlike her, who was always revealing her thoughts and feelings through her eyes, she could not see any emotions in his face. Sometimes she felt that his face was much like a mask. A dazzling, exquisite, good-looking mask. "Didn't you hear me? I just told you that you should not speak. Why are you so stubborn? Do you want to split open your throat?" he asked sullenly.

Obediently, Molly closed her mouth and forced herself to calm down. Significantly baffled and upset, she stared at Brian with her adorable, pretty eyes which was now filled with terror. She was very anxious to figure out if Brian was telling her the truth.

his explanation, Brian reached out and caressed the little shell necklace which hung around Molly's neck. As he touched the necklace, his finger made contact with her neck. A silky and soft feeling came over his mind. He wondered for an instance about why this woman attracted him so much. "This shell thing is an antique. You were stalked by a thief from the moment you stepped out

at the shell necklace suspiciously. After all, it looked as ordinary as a common shell necklace when she accidentally picked it up on the beach. She inspected the

a matter of fact, it is an exquisite artifact, worth as much as a diamond. Otherwise, why on earth do you think he would try to rob it from you?" he asked as idly as he could so that Molly would not suspect him again. Looking at the shell necklace, his mind went back to what had happened the day before. 'It was Eric who had attached the chain to the shell. How is it possible that he

she kept glancing at the necklace. 'Why do I have such bad luck? Even a tiny little shell necklace puts me in so much danger. No matter how I look at it, it looks like nothing but an ordinary shell with the chain attached by Eric.

diner," Brian said gently. He put down the shell gently back on her chest below her neck. He gently slid his finger over

in her heart. 'It is true that I have bad luck in everything. But at least I have this person who saved me and kept me company till I woke up after such a horrible accident. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't

I am, he is only doing this for his own good.