Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 95 How He Felt (Part Two)

Molly couldn't see their faces clearly, as the piano was blocking her vision. However, she could still recognize them through their blurry figures.

Steven, who was talking to the other man, didn't notice them looking at him at all. He wasn't any better than the other man in his outward appearance, yet the look on his face was more composed and sharper than usual.

Brian still held the glass in his hand and tapped his other hand on the table. His black eyes were filled with coldness and indifference, and his face was covered by a shade of cruelty that would tear any man's wounds into pieces.

Molly bit her lips heavily and her teeth cut her skin, but she ignored the taste of blood in her mouth. After a while, she fluttered her eyelids and forced herself to move her gaze back onto Brian's cold face. She ground her teeth, and asked, "Brian, do you feel satisfied now that my most painful memories have been unravelled in front of you?"

Brian stared at her sad face with a chilly gaze. He didn't feel as happy as he had expected, and instead, the same distress he had felt some moments ago in the car emerged in his heart again. He frowned at that strange feeling, and he suppressed it immediately.

"Molly, like I told you earlier as well, you stay at my side until I get tired of you, and I will settle down the thing that happened in the past to your father in return, " Brian told her with a cold face. No sign of any emotion could be heard in his voice, or seen on his face.

Molly's nose twitched with sorrow, and she wanted to escape from that feeling of being strangled or choked. However, she knew that there was no way out, and she had no other choice but to face it.

She lowered her head and softly licked the blood on her lips, the taste of which mingled with bitterness and spread in her mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows, and slowly replied, "I don't want to do that."

"Why? Don't you want to help with your father?" Brian asked as he sipped his wine, with his eyes still closely focused on her face. His words felt so cold that the air between them seemed to freeze, and she found it difficult to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up and met Brian's eyes. "It was so many years ago, and now my father has endured it long enough. It left so many regrets in his life, but now, it's no longer the focus of it. Brian, I will leave you at the end of the month and I won't become your plaything." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Brian replied with a laugh. He put his glass on the table, and asked, "You really want to get away from me?"

"Of course!" Molly answered firmly. She had felt confused and fearful before, but after she saw that man sitting opposite to her father, she suddenly felt as if her mind had become clearer. She continued to say, "However, in the days left, I'll stay at your side obediently."

Brian still wore the same smile on his face, and the mysterious look on that handsome face contained imperceptible implications in it. His sharp eyes hadn't moved a bit from Molly, and all those expressions on her face hadn't escaped his notice.

"Bri..." Molly suddenly called out his name softly.

Brian frowned at her soft tone. Unlike her reluctance and obedience at other times, the unaffected peace contained in her voice touched the bottom of his heart immediately.

Molly also realized her unusual tone in the word she blurted out, so she cleared her throat and went on, "My life started in a very wrong way, and was full of mistakes and regrets, but, no matter what, I won't let it end on the wrong note!"

As soon as she finished her words, the crack of breaking glass suddenly flowed into her ears.

Molly stared with her eyes wide open as she looked at the broken glass in Brian's hand. She watched the red liquid spilling out from the cracks, followed by the fresh blood which burnt her eyes. She shouted immediately, "What have you done!"

Without any hesitation, she quickly walked around the table and took Brian's hand with hers. The broken glass had cut the skin on his finger, and the wound was bleeding heavily.

She took a napkin hastily and wiped the blood on his hand in a gentle way. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips tightened, perhaps out of nervousness, or the intense, worried feeling she had.

A waiter noticed what had happened and walked up to their table in a hurry, but before he reached them, he was taken aback by Brian's sharp gaze and came to a standstill.

As an experienced waiter, he had witnessed several different but similar occasions. He took a quick glance at the serious and nervous look on Molly's face, and understood Brian's meaning immediately. Bowing lightly towards Brian, he left.

Brian dropped his gaze and observed Molly's careful moves, while the look in his eyes became serious. He stared at her with tightening lips, and the words she had said a moment ago flashed through his mind. By those words, she hadn't burst into an emotional storm like a cat with its fur standing on end as she usually did, and she hadn't pretended to be obedient, nor had she showed any subconscious cowardice. She had just spoken out her sense of inferiority and her wish to get rid of it from the bottom of her heart. At that moment, her eyes had been glittering like diamonds, and he could see her hopes for the future shining in it.

Her eyes closely resembled Becky's, and he had been attracted by them when he had first seen her in the street near the Grand Night Casino. In the past, every expression on her face would remind him of Becky. But now, he suddenly realized that his feelings towards her had nothing to do with Becky.

Becky would always be his love; as for Molly, she was the woman that he was desperate for!

He wondered, 'Molly, whether your life will end on the wrong note or not will be decided by nobody but me. Why can't you just understand it even after this time?'