Love Began with the First Meeting

Blinking, Molly stared unbelievingly at Eric. It was uncanny how he always appeared just when she needed someone to talk to. He was like her personal genie, she thought to herself with a smile.

'But what about the flip side to this?' she wondered.

Eric frowned, impatience showing on his handsome features. The vacant look on Molly's face was giving him the jitters. "Hurry up. It's not allowed to park here," he said teasingly, his arm resting on the steering wheel.

"It's embarrassing to get a traffic citation, you know?" he said, smiling wryly at Molly.

As he looked around and pretended to be alarmed, Eric beckoned to Molly.

Shaking her head at Eric's antics, Molly grinned and got inside the car. Staying with Brian depressed her while being with Eric made her feel safe.

Leaning over Molly, Eric fixed her seatbelt before focusing his questioning eyes on her. He noticed her vacant look was gone but she still had an air of dejection. "I received your distress signal so I came looking for you." Eric joked lightly, putting the car in motion.

Molly snorted, rolling her eyes at Eric's preposterous jokes.

She was not as gullible as she was before, so he couldn't fool her.

Eric threw her a sideways glance, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He knew Molly didn't believe him, but he didn't mind. He was in the vicinity because of work and he just happened to notice her on his way back. He didn't believe in coincidences and he was starting to feel like her guardian angel.

Their paths had crossed several times and mostly when she was in distress.

"How about letting me take you out for lunch?" Eric asked seriously.

"As a reward for my consideration," he added with a wink.

His hands tightened on the wheel as he waited expectantly for Molly's answer.

for a minute, Molly finally nodded. She didn't have the heart to refuse him.

off the wheel and gently

at his patronizing tone, Molly glared

she gave him

a puppy or a

had no trouble reading her expression.

sad and desperate just a few minutes ago but

afraid that one day

she couldn't hold everything

French restaurant. Eric got out of the car and opened the door for Molly as if she was a princess. He held out his

as you're dressed like

her from head to toe, Eric's eyes gleamed at her.

at the sneakers she was wearing.

at the elegant fa?ade of the French restaurant. She couldn't possibly go inside such a chic restaurant

his fingers. Then he grabbed Molly's hands and dragged

left, a black Mercedes Benz stopped in

passenger seat, he opened the door and gently helped Becky out of the car. "Be careful," he said in a melodious baritone as he

delicate pink cashmere skirt with matching top and low-heeled white leather boots. A white cloak covered

goose liver paste today. I've asked them

Becky closely, putting her arm in the crook of his arm to support her. "Don't worry. I will hold you, okay?" he told her gently

gnawed her bottom lip anxiously before finally

Mr. Brian Long,

their seats as they were VIP clients. "Mr. Brian Long, the food you ordered has been prepared. May I

Brian answered coldly.