Love Began with the First Meeting

Don't you know that you will be alone all your life if you keep pushing others away? Why not give yourself a chance? That way, even if you do lose in the end, you will lose without any regrets.

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Molly looked at Tony, who was standing in front of the door with a square box in his hands. Her eyes subconsciously searched behind him, but she didn't see the person she was expecting.

"Young madam, Mr. Brian Long hasn't finished his work yet. He has asked me to drive you to the restaurant," Tony stated in an indifferent tone, then he handed the box to Molly and said, "Mr. Brian Long ordered me to hand this to you."

Molly received the box from him, her lips in a tight line. She nodded to conceal the feeling of loss rolling in her heart. She put on a fake smile and said, "Okay. Please give me a few minutes to get ready."

"Sure," Tony answered. Then he waited downstairs.

Molly went upstairs, walked into the room and opened the square box. Inside the box was a bohemian style lake-blue chiffon dress and a pair of seven-inch white sandals.

into them anyway. It was undeniable that Brian had good taste. Molly was not the kind of woman who looked stunning at first

quite satisfied. With an expression of joy in her eyes, she smiled slightly. Then she quickly went downstairs and

Tony answered in a low voice, which

not have anything to say either; she was embarrassed by her new status. She just let Tony drive her along the road which was covered by tropical beauty on either side. As the sun disappeared into the horizon, the city lights enveloped them and the car stopped slowly at the

entrance hall. It was so resplendent and magnificent that Molly could not even keep her eyes open. Slightly frowning, she squinted

at the western style restaurant on the top floor. The floor was covered by a red carpet from the door, all the way to the wall. Many of the paintings on the wall were masterpieces from the last century.

a woman in a red dress, whose hair was tied in a loose bun, playing a grand black piano skillfully and gracefully, while a man in a white suit stood by her side, playing the violin with his eyes closed.

a second, and looked at the man who was playing the violin. Spark's image came to her mind all of a sudden. He had always been intoxicated with music like this one, and

her eyes. Lips tightened into a straight line,

spell of the piano and the violin, Molly was deluded, wondering if she was intoxicated with the present or stuck in the past. She was in a trance till

table by the window with a spectacular view. Then he said, "Young madam, Mr. Brian Long will be here soon." He quickly retreated to the corner, as if he wanted to be