As she thought about it, Molly couldn't help but glance at the photo on Brian's desk once again. Her
heart inexplicably tightened with a knot. She was so stressed at the sight of the girl's face in the picture
that it was nearly impossible for her to breathe. She felt as though her heart was being pinched and
twisted at the same time. The enormous pain spread from her heart to her whole body, invading all her
nerves.
Brian's dark eyes gently fell on Molly. When he noticed the intense way she looked at Becky's photo,
he asked indifferently,"What's wrong?"
Brian's voice was so cold that it could have made anyone hold their breath upon hearing it. Molly
looked up at Brian timidly, stepped towards him, and put the juice on his desk. She then looked down
slightly, constraining herself not to look at the photo. "We can have dinner in half an hour," she said.
Brian cast a wry glance at the juice on the desk. After responding indifferently, he watched Molly
silently turn around and walk towards the door of the study.
A slight frown formed on his face as he watched her back. When Molly's hand just got on the doorknob,
he called her to stop.
At heart, Molly resisted, feeling unsure. She spun on her heel and saw Brian, who was standing up to
walk towards her, and she wondered why he stopped her.
Brian stopped in front of her. When he looked at her, their eyes met. The sparkle in her eyes was
shadowed by a complex expression, which gnawed at his heart and made him frown.
"The reception wine party of Wing's charity concert is scheduled for tomorrow night, and you will
accompany me to the party," he declared in a detached, formal voice. He didn't even bother to ask
Molly's opinion. He just told her what he had decided.
Molly frowned and asked,"Don't you think Wing will need your company tomorrow?"
"She won't need my company at the party." Brian's voice was still indifferent. After he finished speaking,
he couldn't understand himself. Why did he have to explain to her?
"But, I..." Molly was somewhat embarrassed. She pressed her lips and then said,"I thought you were
going to stay with her, so I promised to go with Eric when he asked me yesterday."
Those words immediately brought a dark and scary expression on Brian's face. His voice grew colder
than before. "Didn't I warn you to stay away from Eric?" he demanded.
Molly's heart missed a beat at Brian's reproach. With shallow breaths, Molly didn't know what to do.
She muttered,"I didn't know you'd take me along and I feared staying at home alone."
Still afraid, she avoided his eyes. She lowered her head, bit her lips, and pinched her clothes with both
hands, feeling clumsy.
When Brian saw her acting like a girl, afraid of being scolded and fumbling for an excuse for her
mischief, his eyes darkened.
The darkness in his eyes showed a deep pool of emotions.
Home?
The use of the word "home" in Molly's fumbling had piqued his interest. He smiled without even
knowing it.
"Did I say I'd leave you alone in the villa?" asked Brian in a depressed voice. He was not happy with
what Molly thought.
Molly pursed her lips secretly as she mumbled,"But you didn't say you'd take me to the party either!"
"Mm?"
Finally, Molly raised her head, looked at Brian, and said with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes,"It isn't
that I want to go with Eric to the party, you know. I just don't want to be home alone, and I am hoping to
see Aunt Shirley at the party."
Molly tried as much as she could to explain her reasons for wanting to go to the party. Nobody had told
her whether Aunt Shirley would go to the party or not, but somehow Molly was sure that she would be
there. She also had to admit she agreed to accompany Eric on the spur of the moment. But at the
moment, she really didn't have the courage to challenge Brian.
While Brian listened, her bright eyes like two diamonds charmed Brian. They were so much like
Becky's.
Maybe he could get used to being alone in the darkness for a long time, but he would be lonely, and he
wanted to pursue the brightness with which Molly's eyes were gleaming.
His pupils dilated, and eyes began to widened with lustful longing. At that moment, he wanted to hold
her close, hug and squeeze her until she turned purple in his arms.
Molly got a little panicky under his gaze. She retreated backward involuntarily, but the door blocked her.
After half a pace there was no more room for her to step back.
She looked at Brian nervously, and stressed,"What I told you is nothing but the whole truth! I really just
want to see Aunt Shirley, without disturbing her. I miss her very much!"
There was a strong hunch gnawing at her heart about Aunt Shirley. Molly didn't know why, but she had
such a strange feeling that they might never meet again after Wing's concert.
Reading the softness and vulnerability of Molly through all her innocent explanations, Brian leaned
down and without saying a word kissed her eagerly.
When Brian pressed her against the door, Molly instinctively wanted to resist, but she was totally
imprisoned by his arms. She could only let him do whatever he wanted to do.
Then when he held and pressed her, his whole weight forcing her against the door made breathing
difficult for Molly. But just when she began to feel faint from lack of air, Brian suddenly let go of her
and then whispered in a low threatening voice,"Eric will never love you. He just likes to take things and
people away from me. You had better stay away from him, to avoid getting hurt again!"
The slight glimmer of hope Molly had about going to the party with Eric was extinguished in one swoop
by Brian's words. Her mouth twitching involuntarily, the faint mint flavor on Brian's mouth lingering
around her nose became more pronounced. They should have been very close after that much intense
kissing. But instead, she felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.
She froze cold, not so much for the assessment of Eric's true intentions. Brian's own tone was a
warning, announcing his stamp of ownership!
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