Love Began with the First Meeting

Edgar let out a gentle smile and didn't bother with an explanation. Let Bill wonder. He wasn't sure about everything right now, but he felt pretty positive that his little tricks over the years had finally irritated the man in the dark. Moreover, Jonny had appointed him as the mayor, so if he saw an opportunity, he'd jump on it.

Edgar wondered if the man in the dark had anything to do with Justin.

He looked up. His sharp eyes were concealed by his glasses.

Justin had been the commander of the battalion Steven had served back in the day. This wasn't like him, but he might be trying to get back at them.

But why now, of all times?

In the hilltop villa

Brian got up early. It wasn't even sunup before he trudged into his study and started on XK Intelligence Agency's urgent business. By the time he was done, it was broad daylight. He massaged his forehead, between his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Becky's picture, framed and sitting on the desk.

He still remembered how excited Molly had been when she first came to his study and saw this photo. Unfortunately, it hadn't aroused his curiosity and he hadn't noticed the likeness between them at that time. He did now. If he had, would he have found out the truth before Richie did?

Brian looked at Becky in the photo again. She smiled brilliantly, and her eyes were wonderfully expressive, in which he could always see a glimmer of hope. She could brighten a room when she walked in, and that was what drew Brian to her.

Molly was different than Becky. They were family. You could see it in their eyes, but Molly was weaker, more submissive. She simply accepted what happened to her, rather than actually doing something about it. Thinking about this depressed Brian. It bothered him that

said she loved him.

Humph!

treated it way too seriously. 'Foolish

arms last night was fresh in his mind. The more he thought about

stood up, and walked out of the den. As he hit the hallway, he unconsciously

lips and fought the impulse to go in and see Molly. He put his mind

placing the breakfast on the

milk bottle on the table and then looked in the direction of

looked back in the direction of the kitchen and said with

her words and asked in a cold voice,"Did I

to admit it. But she wouldn't admit to him that she knew that -- she liked working too much to do

to the dinner table, sat down, and began to read the morning paper that Lisa prepared for him every day. Lisa went to the kitchen to bring the coffee she had just brewed to him. Then she left respectfully without disturbing him. That was the way he liked it. He liked the fact that Lisa just quietly gave him time to himself without being

so he put

voice say,"You shouldn't drink coffee on an

then it's not my fault." Molly wasn't up yet, but her voice

scrunched together. He didn't mess around with the coffee cup any further. He looked down at the steaming coffee there. Finally, he put