Love Began with the First Meeting

Luck plays an important role when it comes to meeting the right people at the right time – not a moment sooner, not a moment later. And if that opportunity is missed by a hair's length, then life would be very different from what it should have been.

Molly stared at Brian with her slightly red eyes, gently flapping her eyelashes, as if she were staring at some kind of freak.

She tried to figure out some answers from his face, but there was no way of figuring out anything from his usual indifferent expression.

"What... What do you mean?"

Brian laughed inside. He silently checked the distance between them. In the blink of an eye, he stretched out his hand, grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. As Molly exclaimed in surprise, he slightly turned his body towards her and half pressed it to Molly's body. With his eyes deeply glued to her, he replied slowly with a gentle smile, "What do you think it means?"

His words sounded cold and sarcastic to her. She didn't know what to make of it. Being so close to him, she could even smell his cool mint breath, and it made her brain go blank.

She couldn't make eye contact with him. She tried to fix her gaze on anything but him, and said hesitantly, "I don't know!" Her voice sounded peevish, like she was sulking about the whole situation.

Brian sighed quietly and his coarse fingers gently brushed through Molly's slightly messy hair. When he felt her body stiffen to his touch, his eyes grew dark, and his face regained its indifferent expression. He said, "Elias has not left yet. We'll have him examine your eyes now."

Molly looked at him, showing obvious resistance to his proposition.

her resistance and asked indifferently, "Your eyes look red most of the time.

shifted her glance and simply said, "These are transplanted eyes. It's never going

make her look straight into his eyes, "Mol, you always say

she felt as if Brian had taken a peek into the farthest depths of her

I

to his words, stared at him and

thought of

anger. She didn't know how to release her rage which was caused by Brian's words. The

"What... I..."

sentence, Brian's lips found hers and he kissed her

kiss and slowly released her, but his forehead still gently touched the top of her head. He said in his low and magnetic voice, "You stupid woman... Why do you not remember the things that are worth remembering, but never forget those that you

little of what he was saying. She looked up blankly and saw Brian's angular and handsome face. Different from his past apathy, she saw a touch of helplessness from his

Brian released her and said, "I promised Mark that we will pick him up in the afternoon. His class will be over soon.

was still thinking about what Brian had said earlier. As Brian stood up, she had no other way but to go upstairs and

in a few days," said Brian as

and asked the question that first came to her mind, "What about Mark?