Molly clenched her teeth shut, she was trying to hold her tears back - hiding behind her eyelashes. She
decided that only she was to be trusted, she needed to be strong for herself because no one else
would do that for her. She needed to stand her ground even though everyone else abandoned her,
disappointed her - she needed to be strong. She must be strong now and she must be strong tomorrow
and the day after that. She needed to be strong for the rest of her life. Even if people always left her,
she was always left to herself.
Molly forced herself to smile as a way to attempt to comfort herself. She knew that she would never
disappoint herself, even if everyone else around her did.
"Little Molly?"
When Molly heard the voice call her name, she raised her head without thinking - her moistened eyes
met Eric's. Eric, who was always haughty in his ways, was looking at her with an overwhelming amount
of tenderness. The sun shone behind him - like he was an angel, warm and good.
When Eric saw that Molly had just cried, he grew worried. "What's wrong, little Molly?"
Molly rapidly blinked to try and dry her eyes and prevent more tears from falling. When she saw how
concerned Eric was, she wrapped him in a hug.
Eric was caught off guard but he hugged her tighter. Eric, with a hand on Molly's back, pat her back to
try and console her before he went back to his old self of teasing her,"It's so early, Molly! Do you hug
me because you like me ?"
Molly was buried in Eric's chest, ignoring his teasing. She cried harder, finally letting out all that she
had been carrying for so long. Eric panicked when he realized that Molly was crying. He had little
experience with things like this so all he could do was gently rubbing her back.
The street was bustling - people hurrying left and right. All of them, though, no matter how much of in a
hurry they were, always stopped to look at Eric and Molly. Eric shrugged them off because all he cared
about at that moment was Molly. Even though this wasn't the first time he'd seen Molly cry, in fact he'd
seen her cry many times before - but this one was different, this was a different kind of despair. Molly
seemed to be really falling and it was hard to ignore.
Molly continued to cry buried in Eric's chest - his suit was starting to get pretty wet. After a long while,
Molly had calmed down and run out of tears.
When Eric felt Molly stop crying, he grabbed the chance to make her feel better and joked,"Wow, you
lost a lot of water today! We'd better make sure you don't get dehydrated!"
After seeing that Molly's face was still red and swollen, he let the joke go and looked at her face. Molly
let go of him and gave him a smile.
Molly took her phone out and sent a message that read "I'm hungry!"
"I have to go there and check the place out, do a quick scan, and all that. Would you like to come with
me?" Eric asked.
Molly looked up at the tall building in front of them - this was A-Magic, a well-known catering square
here in the A City. She spotted the Dragon Empire Group logo positioned beside the A-magic logo -
she made a face, something that Eric didn't miss. When she saw Eric looking at her, she commented
that how many coincidences there were in the world. And for Eric, it seemed that he never left her side
- he was always there, especially when at her darkest times.
When he realized Molly wasn't going to respond to his invitation to come with him, he decided to try
again. "Come on, it'll be fun. I'll even cook for you !"
Molly looked at Eric incredulously. Her eyes were still red and moistened from crying and she had
gotten quite a number of looks from passers-by. Some of them even tried to whisper something to Eric.
Eric cursed under his breath when he heard the passers-by whispering and gossiping about Molly. He
held Molly's hand up as they were passing through the catering square. "Since you don't trust me,
what's the point of me cooking for you?"
Molly couldn't help but smile as she watched Eric behave rather childishly - a sight that she rarely saw.
She wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand never letting go of Eric's. She allowed him to
lead her through the square. The warmth that wrapped his hand travelled through her heart.
As soon as Eric and Molly arrived at the catering square, Brian and Tony came to the street Eric and
Molly had just stood. Brian seemed to be searching for someone and when he realized she wasn't
there - his face hardened.
Tony searched along with Brian. "Mr. Brian Long, are we looking in the wrong place again?"
Brian frowned and said,"She'll not head home. When she's not going anywhere else, she always turns
right."
A slow grin formed on Tony's face at Brian's words. He didn't know why but it still surprised him how
well he knew Molly,"But... we didn't find Miss Xia this way before."
Brian looked at Tony sidewards and pressed his lips together - refusing to say anything. The pupils in
Brian's eyes were starting to dilate again. He started to walk along the street his eyes sharp like an
eagle's searching the crowd. But after a fruitless search - he began to realize that maybe Tony was
right. Maybe, this wasn't the right way.
Seeing how Brian was starting to lose patience, Tony suggested,"Well, Mr. Brain Long, why don't you
text Miss Xia and ask her where she is now?"
Brian didn't seem to like this idea - he curled his lips and scrunched his face. He realized that at Tony's
suggestion, he had grown anxious and nervous towards Molly. Brian glanced at Tony and Tony quickly
looked away, partly scared, and now, pretending to continue looking for Molly.
Brian pursed his lips and hesitated for a while before taking his phone out and sending a message.
Molly was watching Eric carefully who was occupied at the kitchen when her phone flashed but
immediately dimmed - it was on silent.
"Wait for me, for about half an hour." After seeing the look on Molly's face, Eric raised his eyebrows in
annoyance. He was sure of himself, why was Molly giving him that look?
Molly twisted her mouth, showing that she still didn't believe that Brain could cook dishes. Molly pursed
her lips in doubt - she still didn't want to believe that Eric could cook. He never seemed to be able to
cook especially dressed in his dapper and crisp suit. All of the other cooks in the kitchen stood behind
him stiffly as they watched him cook, waiting for an order from him. Oftentimes, they glanced at one
another as if they too didn't believe that Eric knew what he was doing.
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