Love Began with the First Meeting

Aware of Brian's reaction when it came to Becky, Wing changed the topic and chatted on with Brian for a few more minutes before hanging up.

As the call ended, Brian put the phone back in his pocket and turned slightly towards Molly. She was staring blankly at him, with furrowed brows, and lips moving slightly. She seemed to have been immersed in her own thoughts.

Somehow, her expressions made Brian displeased and his eyes became deeper and sharper.

The tension in the air filled the entire car, and Molly suddenly came back to her senses as the atmosphere became heavier still. Right about that time, she met Brian's deep eyes, and her heart trembled in fear. This was so awkward!

"What...what's up?" she enquired cautiously. In her mind, she had witnessed something unreal. That a man with an aura as cold as Brian could possibly treat someone gently? Was it real?

However, he ignored Molly's question and moved his eyes back on the stock market indices with his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Hearing no response from the man sitting beside her, Molly sat upright again, but sneakily scanned and observed him from time to time. It was often said that women were highly volatile. But right now, Molly felt this man was changing his face even faster than a regular woman.

She was sure that Brian either had schizophrenia or a split personality!

The thought seemed to amuse her and she couldn't help but grin.

the next second when

discreetly in fear. Brian's eyes seemed to be like X-rays. They could see right through her. It even seemed like

the awkward silence and tension. Looking in the rearview mirror, he looked at

spoke calmly as he looked towards Molly. Then switching his

open in shock! She kept sitting in the car while Brian got out and blinked her eyes. A terrible feeling

in. Then she heard his peaceful voice again," Miss Xia, please come out of the

got out of the car. A strong smell of disinfectant

her pace and caught up with

Brian

his words stopped her from asking any more questions. Then she remembered that he had told her he would take her

elevator but did not say a word. The only sound in the elevator was the breathing of three different people, which made Molly feel

rang as they reached the ninth floor. Before exiting, Molly had a chance

heart was beating more and more rapidly with each step she took. Maybe this was because they were in the ICU, or because the silent, tense atmosphere all around made her

glass window. Inside, a man lay on the bed, with bandages all over his body.