Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 313

Edgar had not left. When Molly walked away from his car, he watched her leave. When Molly got in Brian's car, Edgar just went back and sat in his car. He'd been there the whole time. People were always the same. Even though he knew his heart would hurt more the longer he looked at her, he was still reluctant to leave. He just stared at the car Molly entered just now. Even if he knew... he could see nothing but the body of the car, shining under the lights! The windows were tinted so there was no way he could see inside.

He had thought that after Molly got into the car, they'd leave. However, they just kept waiting there…What in the world were they doing in there? Edgar clenched the steering wheel. He smiled in self-mockery. Just when he was about to start the car, he saw the other car door open. Then he saw Molly's hand and half of her body. It looked like she was trying to leave, and then she was pulled back into the car! He had no time to react!

Edgar was afraid that there was something wrong there. He just wanted to get out of his car and find out what had happened to Molly. But he stopped suddenly. He looked at the car door and frowned. His temples pulsed. He tried to suppress the desire to see Molly again.

He didn't know what was happening in the car. But Molly probably didn't want to him to see her right now anyway. Would she be embarrassed?

Edgar's hand tightened around the handle of the door. The sound of the hand shaking the handle reverberated in the narrow space. It sounded unusual and weird. Edgar's breath gradually got heavier. He slowly squinted and held back the pain in his eyes. Even though he felt so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

Edgar closed his eyes. He had always been proud of his courage. He never felt that he would be so cowardly. He helplessly looked at his dear woman in the arms of another man. He could only pretend to be impassive because it was all a big mess. He clearly knew that she was sad and was now in danger, but he just couldn't bring himself to try and save her.

*Bang!*

He pounded the car window with his fist. The glass broke, and cracks webbed from the point of impact and spread outward. Dark red blood flowed slowly down the broken glass, dying the cracks the same color. Under the neon lights, it looked extremely gothic.

The stinging spread from the hand to his heart. Edgar slowly opened his eyes. His usually gentle face was full of grief. He did not dare to look at the car in front of him anymore. He felt like a deserter, running from the army. He started the car and hurriedly left Moonlight Street, full of remorse and helplessness.

How much sadness hid in two cars and three people in the richest part of the city?

Unseen by the people in either car, another vehicle stopped on the corner, a little ways from Grand Night Casino. The people in the passenger seat had a clear view of the gate, while no one in the casino could see the car.

The man in the driver's seat turned his head to regard his companion. "Should we do it tonight?" Fox asked Howard. Fox was special forces, and he was itching for some action. He was also driving.

Howard took the telescope. He focused on Edgar first. That man was just leaving. Then he focused on the Mercedes Benz that still parked in front of the Grand Night Casino. He hesitated a moment and then said,"We might get more leverage if we kidnap Molly Xia. She's important to Edgar, and we think she's important to Mr. Brian Long as well. And she's an easier target."

Fox nodded and said,"I heard Brian has done a lot of things for Molly. He even lets his right-hand man pick up Molly and take her to work... She's important to Brian alright. Very important."

"They just closed the car door," Howard suddenly said,"follow them, don't lose the car."

Fox raised his eyebrows and said confidently,"Trust me!"

Howard smiled and nodded to the other passengers in the back seat. "Be ready, men!"

"Yes sir!" came the enthusiastic reply.

At the same time, Brian finally let go of Molly. He threw her back into the passenger seat and closed the door. Then he sighed and tossed her phone back to her and started the car. He heard the doors lock with a clack automatically. Then the two left Grand Night Casino, heading towards the villa.

Inside the car, everyone was gloomy. There was a furor of emotions milling around in Brian's heart. Sometimes, he thought of Molly getting angry over him deleting Edgar's number. Other times he thought of her crying, and his heart melted. He didn't even notice that a car was following them.

Molly looked out the window sadly. The car eventually left the noisy downtown area and they headed to the villa. She picked up her phone but did not want to see it anymore. Brian deleted the most important photo in the phone. She felt a little miffed. She thought that the photo might symbolize that he had lowered his status for her that night. Therefore, he didn't want it around as a reminder. And maybe…it was because of Becky. She was back. He didn't want to risk his relationship with her, so the photo would be inappropriate.

Molly took a deep breath, covering up the sour and sad feeling while sniffling.

Brian was still mad, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. Poker-faced, he glanced at Molly. His cold face grew even icier.

The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. He turned his head towards Molly coldly and blinked. "You --" Suddenly, he stopped speaking. He looked at the reflection of the rearview mirror near Molly. Then he checked it again in the mirror above him..

Brian stepped on the gas. They were already out of downtown and were now on the road up to the hill. It was past midnight. Except for the wind, it was completely quiet. And since the cat was out of the bag, Fox made no attempt at stealth anymore. He just floored it, trying to keep up with Brian and Molly.

Molly was lost in thought the whole time. She didn't register that the car was going faster, or that someone was following them. She just tightly held the phone, trying to hold back the sadness that flew out from her heart uncontrollably.