Novel Name : Love Began with the First Meeting

Love Began with the First Meeting Chapter 94 How He Felt (Part One)

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Brian stared at the astonished look on Molly's face with serene eyes, and replied to her question

coldly,"Molly, I always find out everything I want to know about. Do you understand?"

Molly looked into his eyes and couldn't help trembling in fear. As they locked eyes, her fear of him

totally overwhelmed her and the chill she felt spread to almost every corner of her body. The man lying

over her was like Satan and could swallow her whole at any time.

"Brian, what on earth do you want me to do?" Molly asked with a pale face. She couldn't understand

what Brian was thinking about and why he didn't agree to set her free.

Brian raised his hand and swept his finger across Molly's shivering lips. His eyes blinked, and the look

on his face became mysterious. He then moved his thin lips and said to her slowly,"Just stay by my

side until I get tired of you!"

"Why? Why should I?" Molly closely stared at him with her red and teary eyes. She slightly tilted her

head to move away from Brian's touch which made her feel uneasy.

"Because..." Brian paused and met Molly's dim eyes which were filled with despair and helplessness. A

sly and cold smile appeared on his face, and he finished his words in a faint voice,"I'm interested in

you!"

Molly froze for a second, and a horrifying sense of despair suddenly swept over her like a dark cloud

blocking the sunlight. She felt as if she had been dragged to the edge of a cliff by Brian's hand, and he

could hold her, but also let go at any time he felt like it. Her life was already as much in danger as if she

was walking on thin ice and the shore was far beyond her vision.

A mocking smile appeared on her face as she continued to glare at Brian. He had a handsome face

like an Apollo, yet his eyes looked as cruel and cold as Satan's. At that moment, she thought she finally

understood one thing: Brian wasn't really interested in her; instead, he simply enjoyed ruining others'

dreams and tasting their despair. His ruthlessness was beyond most people's imagination and few

would dare to revolt him, even though so many fates would be determined just due to his whim.

"You mean you will let me go when you lose interest in me?" Molly asked in a sad voice. She seemed

to have yielded to him, yet she was actually making up her mind more firmly to flee from him.

When Brian heard her question, he had a strange feeling that he didn't want to give her a "Yes", even a

feeling as if he was unwilling to do so. His eyebrows furrowed in an imperceptible manner, and he

replied to her plainly,"Well, it depends!"

Molly sneered at his ambiguous answer, then she lowered her head and said,"Brian Long, won't you

feel sorry towards your girlfriend for cheating on her?"

"It's none of your business!" Brian roared coldly. "There's only one thing that you should bear in mind.

You will obey all of my words if you want me to get tired of you as soon as possible!"

As he finished these words, the car stopped beside the road. Tony got out and opened the door for

them.

Brian took a glance at Molly and got out first, then he turned around and offered her his hand in a

gentlemanly manner.

Molly observed his slender and fair hand. The calluses on the palm and the index finger were clear and

eye-catching, yet they didn't affect the beauty of his hand, and instead made it look more masculine

and mature.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked as he moved his hand a bit. It was obvious that he was losing his

patience.

Molly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and eventually, she ground her teeth and put her hand

in Brian's. The center of his palm felt warm. She usually got cold hands and feet in winter. When she

touched his slightly rough hand, the warm feeling of his hand immediately spread to her skin, but the

warmth didn't reach her heart.

Molly also got out, with her eyes still red and teary. Brian glared at her with a serene but angry gaze

and, sweeping a finger across the corner of her eyes, plainly told her,"I'm taking you out to have lunch

with me. So cheer yourself up, okay?"

Molly swallowed quietly, and nodded.

Brian lifted the corner of his mouth and seemed satisfied with her obedience. He held her arm under

his, and they walked into a restaurant together.

It was a French restaurant. A large white piano was placed at the center, and a foreign man in tails was

playing it expertly.

"Mr. Long, we have a window table reserved for you. This way, please!" A waiter greeted them politely,

and led them to their table.

When they arrived at the table, Brian pulled a chair for Molly and helped her sit down, then he walked

around and sat down opposite to her.

"Mr. Long, would you like us to serve your meals now?" the waiter asked in a respectful tone.

Brian nodded, and then moved his eyes onto Molly, with no emotion on his face.

Another waiter walked up to them with a bottle of red wine in his hand, and said,"Mr. Long, our boss

would like you to have a taste of this wine."

Brian took a casual glance at the bottle: it was a Chateau Latour, circa 1961. He then said,"Okay.

Please let him know that I am grateful."

The waiter filled their glasses with the wine and left.

Brian raised his glass and shook it lightly, then he hinted at Molly to have a drink with his cold glance

while a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Why did you bring me here?" Molly asked, staring at the red liquid in her glass.

Brian took a sip of the wine and swallowed it after a second when the sourness faded and the

fragrance spread in his mouth. Then he replied,"I don't need a reason to take you out for lunch."

Molly pressed her lips tightly and didn't say anything. At first, she had believed him when he had said

that he was taking her out for lunch. But when he had dropped that remark about her father's mistake,

she wasn't sure anymore and was thinking that he might have had an ulterior motive.

Brian slightly curled his lips and said,"You know what, Mol? Sometimes, you're really stubborn, and I

loathe that, but you can also be smart and appealing at other times!"

As he finished these words, he raised his eyes and looked towards the other side of the restaurant.

Molly followed his eyes immediately. Just at a glance and her face suddenly turned pale and her

breathing became heavy and difficult.

On the receiving end of their gazes were two men in their forties or fifties. One of them was wearing

designer clothes and the other, though he looked no less spirited, his wrinkled suit was inconsistent

with the restaurant's upscale ambience.

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