Love Began with the First Meeting

"Hmm...that push...it was not powerful enough to push you down. You slipped yourself," said Brian in a low voice. His tone was uncertain as he tried to defend himself and his expression was unnatural because he knew he was lying.

Molly, however, didn't catch the subtext between Brian's words. So, she continued typing out words on her cell phone.

"Yes, I slipped. I'm a fool who deserves this pain. Are you satisfied?"

Molly took back her cell phone after Brian had read every word on it. She buried her head between the pillows and was unwilling to pay attention to anything around her. At that moment, the feeling of being embarrassed had given way to her broken heart. Being silent was the only thing Molly could do to show her sadness while Brian kept rubbing her hips with the ointment.

Brian did the work quite professionally. He rubbed Molly's ankle and the bones at her hips skillfully with appropriate strength. Neither of them spoke anything to break the ice in the room. The sound of him rubbing the medicine on her was the only sound audible.

Molly had buried herself deep between the pillows. That sight brought a feeling of soreness to Brian's heart. "Don't you feel stuffy in there?"

Molly did not respond.

"I'll do nothing to help if you smother yourself in that posture. That's your own choice," uttered Brian angrily.

still kept her silence

Molly. Enraged by her cold behavior, he said through clenched teeth,"You are ungrateful, Molly!" Then he let go of her legs and threw the ointment on the table by the bed. But Molly still remained in that position between the pillows, silently. Brian could not suppress the fury in

'Bang!'

a loud noise as it was wildly shut. After being left alone in the room, Molly's sobbing gradually became audible. Finally, the grievance that she had tried her best to subdue ran wild without

which was becoming louder and louder. He reached for the door knob. But he checked his impulse before he could turn the knob. He

a while, he just stood there outside the room, confused whether he should enter or leave. He hated seeing Molly cry. It was annoying. But since when had her tears begun to soften his heart? Even now, he should have just walked away, without paying any attention to her tears and not caring about what happened to her.

hand from the knob and tore his gaze away from

any more, I will leave and set you

regarding Becky and Molly. He turned and ran to his bedroom as soon as he

She, of course, didn't know who was calling. But her intuition told her that it was

the sadness and despair that had lingered all this time in her heart.

busy

he was fully aware that Becky might not believe him. But women tend to feel better upon hearing any explanation offered by the man they love and even persuade themselves into believing it, even if it

I..." Becky paused before continuing gently,"I