Love Began with the First Meeting

She pressed her lips, swallowed one big gulp, and took a deep breath again. She told herself that three days was enough to mope around - it had to end now. Mark was trying his best to be strong while fighting against the disease so she should be doing the same.

She took one last deep breath, stood up, and then headed to the bathroom.

At that moment, the door of the villa flew open. Brian walked inside, hands shoved in his pants, followed by Tony.

"Mr. Brian!" Lisa greeted. She was just finishing up with cleaning the kitchen. "Should I cook dinner for you?" she asked.

Brian stopped in his tracks and lifted his head as if he was looking upstairs. Lisa followed his gaze and said, "Mrs. Molly Long hasn't had dinner. She's actually lost a lot of weight over the past few days." She said this in an attempt to make Brian sympathize with Molly seeing that he was already peeved.

A trace of pity flashed across his eyes but Brian said coldly, "She won't starve to death by missing one or two meals. She isn't stupid. Does she have to be dragged out just so she would put something in her mouth?" Without missing a beat, Brian headed directly upstairs.

"So..."

"You can rest now," Brian interrupted Lisa. After taking only a few steps, he stopped and turned his head slightly, "Doesn't Lucy's art exhibition open tomorrow?"

hopelessness in her heart and said with a smile, "Yes, it does. Tomorrow at Central Gallery." She didn't agree with what Lucy was planning but she was her daughter after all and this would be her first large-scale exhibition. Lisa also hoped

around and went up stairs. Before heading to his study, he glanced at the door

bath and was in a silk robe with a big towel wrapped around her hair. She took out a stack of newspapers out of her bag and scanned the recruitment page as she lay on the bed. She skimmed through the page making marks on openings that was suitable for her. Her eyes twinkled when she found a job opening from a big company. The troupe

opening with a big

up the paper and placed it on top of the bedside table, turned off the lights and went to sleep. Now more than ever, she was determined to bounce back

light from the crescent moon sprinkled into the room, spreading unto

a silver pistol with one of his silk handkerchiefs. The pistol was quite small like the center of a palm. It was the latest version of derringer that was developed by the Russians. It had the best range, speed, and recoil. It could accommodate six bullets and for someone as skilled as Brian, six

at the blue diamond that was on

he hadn't told her was that it was the symbol of XK Intelligence Agency and that it could only be possessed by those at the top of the Agency. These people had

him. Shawn's was also blue. The one that Richie had given Shirley was purple because that was her favorite color. Maybe Brian chose blue for himself too because of Shawn and Richie. But for Molly, he chose blue because he felt as if that was the color that was most fitting to her—blue meant

that, he also wanted that he and Molly had matching colors. Shawn once told him, "Blue is the loveliest and most adaptive color. One who is fond of blue was born to

Soul of K in the pistol,

Ding!