Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 238

Molly pressed her lips together and took her hand back, wresting it from Brian's grip. Brian frowned, but then she took his hand and intertwined their fingers, like couples did. She looked at his face, and met Brian's eyes. A smile spread across her face, and her eyes were full of joy.

Brian looked down at their hands, and he stood there, quietly, looking at them. His eyebrows raised and he said,"You have a lot on your mind. Shouldn't I be the one comforting you?"

Molly didn't say anything, but instead walked around him till they were face to face. She gently took hold of his other bandage-wrapped hand and looked straight into his eyes. When she saw that the serenity had returned to his gaze, she stood on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

Brian didn't move, except to kiss her back. As time ticked away slowly, his eyes glittered mysteriously like two black diamonds.

Molly withdrew from the kiss, suddenly feeling shy. She met his gleaming eyes, and a soft smile appeared on her face. Then she took out her phone, tapped out a message and showed it to him.

"Everyone is able to feel peace of mind. You can't feel it because you don't want to."

The look in Brian's eyes became more mysterious, and it was like an unfathomable black hole, deep and monstrous, from which no light was able to escape. He stared at the screen of her phone, his gaze unwavering, until it finally went black. Then he turned to Molly and asked,"What about you? Do you feel it?"

Molly gave a bitter smile and shook her head. Then she tapped out another message on her phone. This one took a little bit, and Brian fidgeted impatiently.

"No, but I'm a little calmer now. I've been pretending not to understand things, but I realize I was trying not to. When forced into it, I won't do it. But when that leads to issues, I can't ignore them. I really want to run away, but I have to face up to them sooner or later."

Brian finished reading her missive and was about to say something, but Molly grabbed the phone and continued to type.

"I admit that I didn't like you at first, because you made everything complicated for me. But now, no matter what happens, I feel safe and secure when you're with me. I was depressed when I saw Rory at the Grand Night. But after the walk we took, I think I'm okay, no matter what I find out."

Brian continued to scan the text, and his eyes started to close a bit. He felt something touch the bottom of his heart. He focused his eyes on Molly, regarded her as though he'd never known this girl so well before. She was usually like a snail, retreating into her shell when trouble reared its ugly head. But sometimes she was as stubborn as weeds in the garden. And no matter how much someone walked all over her she was still able to dance in the wild wind.

He raised his bandaged hand and softly touched her reddened cheek, which turned cold by the night wind, blowing on them without a sound. His motion was quite gentle, as if he were touching the most precious treasure in the world. He asked,"Are you falling in love with me?"

Molly paused and gave a mocking smile. She lowered her head and typed again.

"Maybe! After all, you are a hottie. You don't treat me well most of the time, but one moment of tenderness makes up for all that. This is all just a game to you. Maybe you really do want to find out who I am, and help me do that. Or maybe we're here because of Becky. I know she's the one who has your heart, right?"

Brian knitted his eyebrows after he read those words. Molly stared at him with a smile on her face, yet her heart had already flooded with tremendous bitterness and pain.

"I'm not Rory Yan's daughter. Becky's mom did a DNA test to be sure. No matter why you're with me, and no matter the messed up things that happened, I don't regret the time we've spent together. I used to wish I'd never been born, but when I'm with you I think I still matter to someone, even though it's just a game for you."

"Molly-"

Brian called out her name, but Molly shook her head and tapped out another message.

"I keep telling myself that you're just playing your game and that I shouldn't lose my heart to you. After you told me I might not be Dad's daughter, I've really been screwed up. But when you told me you'd lost your peace of mind, I forgot my own worries and tried to comfort you. That's when I realized you already have my heart. You are always on top of things, always in control of everything. You need to appear masterful in front of your employees.

But I think you're just really tired. If you're too busy trying to be the boss, and tired all the time, you'll never have that peace of mind."

Brian stared at the words on Molly's phone. He was shocked. His heart flooded with emotions he'd never felt before. He was scared that someone was able to read his mind, his heart, his soul so well. If she could do it, then could anyone? But he was also relieved that someone finally got him.

As Richie's son, Brian had grown up in his father's shadow. And he always tried his best, because he wanted Richie to be proud of him, even though sometimes this would be exhausting.

He was excited now, and Molly could feel it. His gaze was sharp and eager, but his tone was cold. "Bullshit! You don't know me! You don't know anything!"

Molly stood defiant. She curled her lips and typed,"You are angry because I am right, aren't you?"

Brian read this, and a real fury burnt in his eyes. He was about to retort something when he noticed the sly look glinting in Molly's eyes, and he had to stop and figure this out. The moment was shattered by the sound of his new message tone. He sneered as he pushed the emotions surging through him away, took out his phone and looked at the screen.

It was a text, which said,"Brian, I miss you!" Becky had sent it, of course.

Brian's heart trembled when he saw her name. He focused his eyes tightly on the screen and fell silent. He started shaking soon after. He just stood there, heart racing, unsure of what he wanted to do next. Then, another notification tone, and another message came in.

"Brian, please forgive me. I want you back. I'm coming back,"

it read. Emotions surged within his heart, and he couldn't figure out whether that was good or bad.