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.

new dress and sandals. But she got changed into them anyway. It was undeniable that Brian had good taste. Molly was not the kind of woman who looked stunning at first glance, but she had fair skin and was delicate looking. In the lake blue dress, her skin looked even fairer, and her clear eyes

was quite satisfied. With an expression of joy in her

a low voice, which sounded

inferior position. Molly did 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

and magnificent that Molly could not even keep her eyes open. Slightly frowning, she squinted and entered the elevator with Tony.

red carpet from the door, all the way to the wall. Many of the paintings on the wall were masterpieces from the last century. The ceiling lamps gave out a blue light, which was reflected on the glass floor in the center, so as

playing a grand black piano skillfully and gracefully, while

for 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,

tightened into a straight line, she thought, 'Spark, how are

with the present or stuck in the past. She was

window with a spectacular view. Then he said, "Young madam, Mr. Brian Long will be here soon." He