Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 114

He stood there quietly, watching them. Then he sighed deeply after their figures were out of sight.

"Why does she deserve all this? Why does Mr. Long care for her so much?" Lucy asked in a weird voice. She was so jealous of Molly. She didn't think Molly was good enough to deserve the care of Mr. Long. She thought that she herself was better than Molly.

John turned around and looked at her with his eyes warning her of watching her mouth. "Why are you here so late? Go to sleep!" he said coldly.

"The noise woke me up. All the house can't sleep since this woman came here," Lucy responded quickly. She rolled her eyes and sulked.

Hearing what she said, John took a quick glance at her, and ordered in a colder voice,"It's none of your business. Don't be a fool. Go to sleep now." Giving her a cold stare, he entered the house.

Lucy kept standing there like a fool, giving a black look at the room where Molly lived and now the light was on. Lucy could catch a glimpse of Brian walking in the room. She was filled with a lot of hate.

Brian put Molly in her bed and intended to get up. Suddenly, he realized that she was gripping his clothes tightly, so he frowned and tried his best to move away from her hands. But the more he moved, the tighter she gripped.

"Don't...." Molly mumbled in a low and vague voice. "Please don't leave me.... Don't...."

Brian stopped moving. He bent down and gazed at Molly whose eyes were full of tears and eyebrows were frowned together. He had never seen her so pained and afraid like this even when he had treated her cruelly. Sometimes she was in despair but her face had never been marked with suffering.

He had no idea about what kind of suffering claustrophobia was, but he knew it would be very painful because she was so..... It was killing him to look at her like this!

Damn it!

All of a sudden, he freaked out. The rage drove his eyes darker when he stared at Molly calmly. He hated the feeling he got from Molly.

Molly gripped his clothes harder as if she felt the anger inside of him, and murmured with difficult breathing,"Don't leave me.... Brian.... Please don't leave me.... Bri, don't...."

Brian intended to push her away, but as soon as he heard her words, every muscle in his body failed to move. His eyes were captivated by Molly who kept mumbling with great terror. He sighed, sounding relieved. She was calling him, not Edgar. She was begging him not to leave her!

Bri?

His eyes delved deeper and darker and his lips formed into a faint smile with its corners curved slightly higher. All of a sudden, he bent down and put his hands all around Molly's waist when he heard "Bri" again coming out of her mouth. The next minute, his cold mouth met her shivering hot lips.

Instead of taking further action, he just closed his eyes and put his mouth over her mouth, feeling the softness of her lips.

Oddly enough, just a gentle touch did calm her down slowly. After a while, she loosened her grip on Brian's clothes.

A mixed musky scent of a man and a woman struck their noses. Brian's heart started to race, and his cheeky face was suddenly full of lust, wanting to lie down on the woman's body. It had hardly been one day since he had ravished her, but he had a sexual reaction again when he saw her deep in sleep and having a nightmare.

Brian slowly opened his eyes and left her lips. Staring at her silently, he fixed her hair that had fallen over her eyes with his long and thin fingers. His eyes were totally captivated by her face as if he wanted to see through her soul.

Molly moved slightly with restlessness and the silver fox shawl she was wearing slipped down her shoulders. The dark red mark he had left on her neck last night was exposed, reminding Brian of his primordial craziness.

This woman was beyond beautiful attracting him physically.

His eyes delved deeper and darker when he was lost in thought like this. He couldn't help pressing his lips for such a strange feeling about Molly.

If you wanted a relationship, only fell for one person all your life.

Shirley used to tell him that love was the best thing in life. He used to be pretty sure he was in love with Becky, but he wasn't really sure if he loved her right now or not!

'Oh, my God. Have I fallen in....?' Just thinking of that, Brian stood up all of a sudden with a trace of hurry and confusion flashing in his eyes. He stood by the bed, looking down at Molly, who wore a pretty face filled with restrained toughness and cowardly lowliness.

Her eyes were almost the same as Becky's, absolutely clear and unsophisticated.

Yes, that must be it! The reason he was infatuated with her was her eyes being nearly the same as Becky's! So he hadn't fallen in love with her. He still loved Becky and Becky still was the only person he cared for.

All of a sudden, his poker face returned and the complicated mood disappeared from his eyes. He took his eyes off her and left the house.

The next day, it became cold in A City suddenly. The freezing weather enveloped the whole city and people cursed it for coming out so abruptly without any signs of overcast sky as it had been a clear, sunny sky the previous day.

Molly was awakened by the sound of her phone. The sound was so noisy that her head started to spin. She frowned her eyebrows tightly and managed to open her eyes. Everything was so familiar and so bright when she opened them.

The decoration in white and purple.... It was the place most familiar to her for nearly a month.

Her phone kept ringing and Molly raised her head and lifted herself with two hands on the bed. She dug out her phone from her dirty purse on the table, having no time to wonder how she had gotten here.

"Hello, who's that?" Molly answered the phone and asked.

"Hello, Little Molly! It's me," Shirley said with a smile from the other end. "Are you up?"

Molly was stunned. She sat there dumbfounded. After a while, she finally understood and said in a sweet voice,"Oh, Aunt Shirley?"

Shirley responded quickly,"Yeah, Little Molly, have you got a flu or something?" Molly's voice had turned hoarse due to her experiences, which caused Shirley to ask such a question.

Molly blinked rapidly. Her head was dizzy and she felt frail. She managed to reply in a low voice,"Yeah, I caught a cold, but I'm all right now. Don't worry!"

"Did you see a doctor?" Shirley asked anxiously.

"Yes, I did," Molly replied. Molly didn't want to talk about her problems so she fibbed about her disease and doctor scenario.

With a sense of relief, Shirley urged,"That's good. Take care of yourself, otherwise you won't be able to fully enjoy the performance tomorrow night!"