Love Began with the First Meeting

Brian picked Becky up, so Molly could see the piece of glass in her calf. And now her fright was more than mere terror, it froze her soul. She scraped a fingernail across another finger repeatedly in fear, and her first reaction was to look at Brian. The voice in her head was a constant refrain: 'I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to.'

Brian stared Molly with stone cold eyes without a word. The look in his eyes was like ice, cold and sharp like a knife. His gaze made Molly step back, frightened. She nearly tripped and fell to the ground. She just shook her head non-stop and bit down on her lip harshly. Brian's cold gaze pierced deep into her heart like an arrow. She felt heartbroken all of a sudden. She could almost hear the sound of her heart breaking.

"What's wrong with you? Call the doctor!" Brian just instructed acidly, then walked upstairs with Becky in his arms, who was still whimpering in pain.

Molly's eyelids fluttered. She could not even think straight anymore. She felt a lump form in her throat as she whispered in her head again and again, 'I didn't mean to... It was an accident...'

Lisa looked at Molly and sighed under her breath. Then she hurriedly went to call the doctor. After she hung up, she cleaned the juice and pieces of glass on the floor. A whisk broom and dustpan took care of the glass, and a mop got all the juice. After all that, she then asked Molly, who seemed a bit calmer now,"Molly, are you okay?"

Molly stood there, very still, like a statue. She replayed the scene in her head, Brian's glacial gaze, carrying Becky in his arms and retreating from sight. She could see it in Brian's eyes -- he didn't believe it was an accident. Drawing a deep breath, Molly held back her tears and shook her head.

A voice sounded from the doorway. A breeze blew in through the open door, bringing a faint smell of flowers. "Where is Miss Yan?"

of lilies in her hand. "Miss Yan got hurt

asked her to leave

villa because she had been there with John. There was only one kind of

back to the kitchen. She should have known that she meant nothing to Brian. She should have known that she was nothing. Becky, on

they thought she did it deliberately or not? No, it didn't matter. She was guilty in their eyes, and no amount of complaining or

she couldn't deny that she had thought that one day she'd come out on top and Becky would end up as miserable as she was today. She was no angel.

were a pair made in hell, weren't

prepare lunch, crying the whole time. The cutting board was stained with

walked over to her. Her face was serious when she looked

shock from the incident with the juice glass, and didn't even notice she was bleeding. She just froze, standing there watching Lisa go, and then come back, first aid kit in hand. Lisa then cleaned the wound on her finger and wrapped

care in her eyes. She really felt sorry for Molly about

Lisa, and the tears that had stopped started streaming down her face again. She walked up and held Lisa tightly, like a daughter seeking for comfort from her mother. She buried her head in