Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 259

Brian regained his composure, just as Vincent had expected. Things were getting way out of control. Not only Brian and Justin were involved, Dragon Island was also at the center of this crisis. However, as an emerging political power, Dragon Island could be weakened by this accident if it was not handled well. Mr. Richie Long would never let anyone harm Dragon Island in any way.

"As for the special force deployed by Justin..." Vincent hesitated before saying,"A band of our mercenary soldiers are good enough to teach them a lesson. As long as Justin is convinced that you won't continue your investigation, I'm sure that he will call his dogs back when the disputes between the two factions and the past incidents are considered. But,"

without a second thought, Vincent blurted out his worries,"I'm afraid that Molly may end up in some trouble, although we can't predict what it would be."

Brian rested his left arm on the armrest, and with his right hand, he rubbed his chin. There was a brief silence before he said,"Leave her to me. No harm will come to her. Besides, keep your eyes open till Richie gets back to XK Intelligence Agency. When Shawn is done with his mission in QY Island, he will be needed in Four-Nine City."

"Understood!" Vincent answered and Brian ended the call.

Tony sighed. Seeing the couple in a silent embrace, his face became more serious. Considering the current treacherous situation, he had no idea what Brian was thinking. Brian knew that Molly had gone home to see her parents as soon as he saw her at the gate of the villa. He had also guessed Steven's intentions. As for Rory's acknowledgment that Molly was his daughter, Brian suspected Rory's true motives behind the action. Rory was indeed set up by Justin back in the old days and Donna had asked the doctors to run the DNA test to prove that Molly wasn't Rory's daughter.

Tony drooped his eyes and pondered what Brian might be thinking. Becky was coming back, which was what Brian had so desperately wanted in the first place. Molly would leave the villa soon. The cold-blooded Mr. Brian Long shouldn't have cared about Molly's safety. Tony had believed that that was the case ever since the moment they had left the Grand Night Casino. However, he felt a certain uneasiness about Brian's motives in the long run.

Brian and Molly broke their embrace. She awkwardly hid her sad eyes. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Molly pouted and shrugged her shoulders. Then, she smiled and typed some words on her mobile phone and showed them to Brian,"Bri, can I cook for you tonight?"

Brian's heart ached when he saw her tear-stained cheeks and the stubbornness in her sparkling eyes which was born from her suffering over the past years.

Before Brian could say anything, Molly took his hand and walked towards the villa. A cold wind blew from the east and her hair swayed gently. Brian took in the fragrance of her hair, and felt a tingling on his cheek. He forgot everything else and let Molly walk him into the villa.

Tony didn't move or say a word. He watched their interaction and was confused about what was happening between Molly and Brian. Harrow's words suddenly occurred to him. He couldn't help but frown. If Brian had fallen in love with Molly, it wouldn't end well for anybody. Becky was expected to come back soon. Besides, Justin would cause trouble for Brian.

Brian sat on the stool at the bar table, holding a cup of wine and shaking it gently. He gazed out of the window at the darkening night. There were some things that he still hadn't figured out.

He heard noises from the kitchen and glanced in the direction. His heart skipped a beat, as if he were stabbed by a blunt knife. He had this feeling in his heart like somebody was about to rob him off something precious.

Molly moved quickly. And before long, she had four main dishes and a soup, along with plain boiled rice ready to be served. She waved at Brian, indicating that dinner was ready.

Brian put down his glass and walked to the dining table. He saw that the dishes laid out on the table were those he loved most. He noticed that she didn't use any coriander in the soup because he disliked it. Brian sat down at the table and looked at Molly. She giggled like a schoolgirl, typed some words and showed them to Brian.

"Aunt Shirley told me that you liked having simple home-cooked meal. She said that as long as the dishes were cooked at home by your family, you would love them. So, I cooked with those words in my mind. Dig in and tell me if you like them or not."

Brian read those words and felt some kind of warmth building within him. He took the chopsticks from Molly's hands and put some of the food into his mouth. He could see that Molly was extremely anxious to know how he felt about her cooking. After chewing the food and swallowing it slowly, he gave a snort and commented,"Not bad, but it is still not as good as Shirley's cooking."

Molly didn't mind Brian saying that her cooking skills were inferior to those of Shirley's. She pouted playfully, took her chopsticks and started to eat. While eating, she would spoon some food and put it into Brian's bowl. She would also put her own bowl in front of Brian, asking him to do the same for her. But, Brian wouldn't respond. Molly would insist and finally Brian would compromise by picking up some food with his chopsticks and putting it into Molly's bowl. Both of them were relaxed and delighted as they ate the home-cooked dinner.

As the night fell, everything around them fell into total silence. But dawn would soon arrive. Time was fair to everybody, regardless of whether they were happy or sad the night before.

Molly stayed awake all night. When morning came and the first light penetrated through the thick clouds and fell over the land, she put down her pen and stared at the paper in her hand with watery eyes. A bitter smile appeared on her face. She put the piece of paper under the pot of flowers in her bedroom.

Molly stood up and fumbled around in her bag for Brian's credit card and her mobile phone. Before she put them both on the table, she held her phone back for another look.

She flipped it open. The wallpaper on her mobile screen was a picture of her and Eric standing before the snowmen. She glanced at the picture and smiled bitterly. Her fingers slid across the screen and she opened the photo album. There was only one picture in the album, the snowman picture which she had sent to her phone with Brian's phone.

She looked at the simple snowmen. Her nose itched and her eyes reddened. She raised her head and had to forcefully refrain herself from sobbing. She took a deep breath, took one final glance at her phone, then turned it off and put it inside her bag.