Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 229

Molly's brain was a total blank. She wanted to shove him away. But Brian knew her intentions. He twisted his powerful and warm hands around her thin waist, pressing her against his chest, as though he wished Molly to be absorbed into his own body. Since she could not escape from his hug, Molly tried to move her head backwards to get away from the kiss. However, the more she moved backwards, the more Brian moved forwards. She could not get away from him. Her shivering lips would not leave the man's lips either. Although Brian's lips were cold as ice, the passion and desire leaking from the kiss overwhelmed Molly.

At that moment, they could feel each other's warmth and wet wheezy breath. There was no distance between them. Molly could see herself reflected in Brian's eyes. And so could Brian.

Brian kissed her and did not go any farther than that. He enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. And all her resistance were in vain. She wanted so much to evade his kiss and escape from the vague, strange and ironically romantic situation.

Gradually, Molly calmed down as she was affected by the cool and gentle kiss. After making sure that she had her emotions under control and was not going to yell any more, Brian moved away from her. He let go of her slowly, as if his lips did not want to part from Molly's lips, which was now dotted by the blood.

Brian stood close to Molly, his warm hands still holding her thin waist. He looked down at Molly, whose eyes were blurred with lucid tears due to the sudden change of pace and also because of the pain caused by her damaged throat. He opened his thin, cold lips and said slowly in a low whisper,"I will make sure that you get your voice back. This is my promise to you."

As Brian made this serious and definite promise, Molly breathed hard. Her face was dotted with tear stains and some tears still roamed in her eyes, reflecting the light like diamonds. She stared at Brian silently. Surprisingly, she found that there was a tinge of emotion which she had never seen in his cold eyes. He was uneasy as if he was really worried about her, worried that she would never speak again. He wasn't really sure himself whether he was worried about her or not.

Brian licked his lips gently and held her body straight. After throwing a deep look at her, he turned round and walked downstairs. While walking away, he said,"I will send my subordinates to meet Steven. You are not allowed to leave this villa for the next few days. Stay here and behave like an injured person."

Standing on the stairway, lonely and helpless, Molly looked at his arrogant and nonchalant back and licked her lips slightly. Although she was not completely released from the haunting emotions, Brian's firm promise shocked her. His voice hovered in her mind. She swallowed with difficulty. Her throat was extremely hurt due to all her yelling and now it was paining too much, making her frown deeply.

As she lowered her eyes and took a deep breath, Molly caught a glimpse of Brian's injured and bleeding hand. The wound was conspicuous and the blood dripping from his hand was heavy which made her feel sorry for him.

"Bri,"

A faint and hoarse voice came out of her torn throat. Molly tried to call him, but she could not speak clearly. She frowned and reached out to the stair armrest. She held the stair armrest tightly. She tried to bear the extremely horrific pain in her throat.

Hearing her feeble voice coming from behind him, he turned around and found Molly holding and leaning against the stair railing in exhaution. Without another word, he walked back towards Molly quickly. Although he intended to not show any expression on his cold face, Molly could still find some worry in his movement. He held up Molly horizontally and walked her upstairs.

Molly stared at him and shook her head. During the fierce fight against him, Molly had forgotten that Brian had hurt his hand. But now, she was aware of it and she realized that he must be going through so much pain as he held her in his arms.

When that thought crossed her mind, Molly struggled to stand up on her own without his assistance. However, Brian wouldn't let her go. He said in his low and mellow voice,"Don't move!"

His cold and arrogant voice indicated that his order must be obeyed. So, Molly gave up and stopped struggling. They entered the room and Brian put her on the bed. As soon as she was released from Brian's arm, she sat up and wanted to see Brian's blood-stained hand. However, Brian did not show any signs of worry about his wound and used his injured hand to take out the phone from his pocket and he made a phone call.

Molly sat still and watched him making the call. She did not say a word when she heard the attitude he was showing towards the doctor on the other side of the phone. He gave a multitude of orders and requirements in an aggressive tone. She could have imagined how threatened the doctor would have been as he listened to Brian's outrageous commands.

Brian ended the phone call saying,"You must be at the villa in half an hour." He then turned back to look at Molly. She was about to say something, but Brian's face was pale with anger. He said in a cold voice,"I have been telling you again and again. Do not talk! Are you listening to me?"

Molly closed her small mouth at once. After all that chaos and quarrels, she was no longer angry. She calmed down and gazed at the wound in his hand. She moved away from him and tried to get out of the bed.

Brian stopped her immediately. But she continued to try and get off the bed. Brian's face was getting darker and he asked,"What are you doing? What do you want?"

Molly pointed to his bloody hand. She frowned at the wound. She grabbed the phone from Brian's hand and typed some words into it. Then she handed it back to him.

"Do you realize that your hand is bleeding? Are you not in pain? Let me go. I want to get some medicine to stop the bleeding. "

After Brian saw her caring and loving words on his phone, his eyes became gentle. He felt a sudden warmth somewhere in his heart. He was touched again by Molly's kindness. He let her go and looked at her. His eyes were consumed by something other than darkness now and they were gradually covered by randy passion and excitement.