Love Began with the First Meeting

He leaned her face near her, flashing a weird smile. Instinctively, she moved back a bit for space. "Don't tell me you don't have one?" he softly spoke.

She swallowed hard, guilt eating her up. Of course, she hadn't thought of one. Instead, she avoided her eyes from him.

"Haven't you thought of escaping from my cousin, Molly?" he repeated his question. His face inched closer, his warm minty breath fanning over her face. She moved her back farther from him, causing her to move her injured ankle. This made her groan in pain. Eric noticed her distress and looked down to her ankle, which looked similarly close to a steamed bun. An expression of pity grew from his face but he hastily dismissed it as he spoke,"Please tell me once you make up your mind. I can help you escape from him."

Those promising words echoed loudly in her mind. She was silent as she thought about it thoroughly, only staring at his ruggedly handsome face. But she made herself believe he was making fun of her and pushed him away,"Thank you for the offer but I don't need your help!"

Molly was about to stand from the bed when Eric held her hand, stopping her.

"Where are you going? Your foot is still hurting," he asked with a frown on his face.

"I'm going back to the hotel!

I've been outside for a long time!" she explained.

She hoped that Brian was the person who would run after her and find her. But she would rather have Brian not find her or he might believe she did that on purpose to gain his attention. He might find another way to torture her.

There were two reasons for keeping this to herself. First, it was unnecessary. Second, she believed she meant nothing to Brian. Honestly, she didn't want to be seen as conceited.

However, Eric could see all of her worries that were clear on her eyes. He sighed and carried her in his arms, walking out of the hospital and into the waiting car despite all her squalls to put her down. He deposited her carefully into the car seat.

walk by herself. But

but draw back in embarrassment as she

they went in, they caught the attention of almost everyone. Mixed emotions settled on their faces as they talked

with her hands. She tried to move her body to get out from his hold but he instantly shut her up

of your

"Now put me down!"

madness! How stubborn could he get? She looked around, hoping Brian was on leave. Luckily, she did not see Brian

eyes narrowed at her expression

doors along with clatter it created as well as the slight buzz of the people seemed too dramatic. Each action was too detailed

hitched as she saw the people going out

might increase the chance of it

the slender figure of the last man to get off

a hand on his trouser pocket, his face stoic with emotions. As the elevator door opened, his dark gaze swiftly darted to Eric and then to Molly. She felt his sharp

"Brian!"

clumsy girl can't

notice of her state. His cold, indifferent gaze swept down to her injured leg as she remained frozen under his grave

following him, made a swift glance at Molly and a slight nod at Eric's direction before quickly walking up to

to the elevator. When they reached the room, he gently put