Love Began with the First Meeting

Molly stood frozen, unable to do anything.

Already in great pain, Brian remained indifferent to Molly.

The air inside the room, which appeared so huge, was suddenly filled with tension so thick that you could cut a knife through it.

Gripping the steering wheel so tight caused Molly's palms to turn red, and she began to feel the pain as she held the medical kit. Her heart grieved over what happened. But she refused to let Brian see her sad, so she lowered her head immediately.

A pause was necessary so she could overcome the weariness in her heart. Wordlessly, she forced herself to control her feelings so she could help stop the bleeding. Brian's wound started to worry her. It was her fault that he got hurt so she would endure his indifference and any words or deeds meant to humiliate her.

"Don't touch me!" Brian's cold voice broke into her thoughts. His left shoulder had turned numb, but he still felt the blood running through his veins like these were about to push out of his skin. Brian could already imagine how terrible it would feel once he removed his clothes.

Pressing his lips as he endured another fresh bout of pain, Brian was feeling so many emotions inside him. He refused Molly's attempts to take care of him because he did not want her to see his wound. He knew it would be horrible, and he wanted to spare her from the gruesome sight. While he couldn't understand why he felt this way, Brian resolved to be firm. Pain and confusion were weighing him down. But it was Molly he was concerned about.

Motionless for several minutes, Molly could hardly move. She blinked then turned to look at Brian. She clamped her lips to keep herself from crying. When she felt tears threatening to fall, she quickly lowered her head and kept blinking to hide her sorrow and anxiety.

sidelong glance at Molly, Brian felt his temples throbbing. With voice devoid of emotion, he started to speak. "You've already seen what happened today. You will be in danger if you

eyes were red when she raised her head to look at Brian. She pressed her lips tightly while staring at him

grimly said,"I promised to help cure your throat so you can speak again. No one

triggered something in Molly that made her laugh all of a sudden. With a slight blink, she felt like the silliest person in the world just then. She realized how dangerous their current situation was, but even as she was frightened, a simple whisper comforted her. She trusted Brian with all her heart and felt safe with him. As indifferent as he behaved, Molly felt his special treatment. Just as quickly, she realized this was

pressed her lips together to gather strength. Then she raised her head resolving to hide her pain and sorrow. Admitting that she was not born to be strong was

seemed to grow colder. A tiny frown hardly detectable by most people flitted on Brian's face. Somehow, he felt Molly's misery and had the urge to hold her in his arms. For some inexplicable reason, the feeling annoyed him. Disregarding the thought, he

the man who had callously dismissed her. She clenched the hand holding the medical kit and quickly turned to leave. As she rushed up the stairs, the tears fell blurring her vision.

A muffled

of something falling broke

pain in her knees radiating to her legs. She braced herself by hanging on to the rail. Her

in such a mess and didn't know what to do. It was situations like this that made her feel like her life was a total joke.

was shaking with anguish. It was one thing to shed tears

bitten her lips so hard, Molly tasted blood in her mouth. The rust-like smell of blood was a bit revolting. She sniffed before wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Trying to compose herself, she sensed a teasing stare from behind. The corners of her mouth curved

and was suddenly at a loss. The man tried to figure out what was wrong with himself, but couldn't. Why was he worried and annoyed