Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1313

While she said this, the car pulled up at a parking space next to the road. Edgar turned his head to look at Maggie. Seeing the urgent expectation in her eyes, he knew that she was expecting him to say the words to her personally. He lowered his eyes. With a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, he said slowly, "Maggie Du..." Then he raised his eyes, meeting hers. His eyes were deep and bottomless orbs which swallowed her very soul. In a low, deep, and magnetic voice, he continued, "I love you."

Hearing the words from his lips, Maggie's eyes widened immediately. After months of doubting and worrying, she almost didn't believe her ears. She asked him, "Edgar, say it again!"

Edgar looked deeply at her, with great warmth and affection before turning away. Then he unfastened the seat belt and stepped out of the car, ignoring her request. When he heard her voice behind him, a faint smile gradually formed at the corners of his mouth.

As fast as she could, Maggie unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car too. She hesitated as she looked at the alocasia in her arms and was indecisive for a few seconds. In the end, she decided to leave them in the car. "Edgar, wait a minute!" she called out. In a hurry, she ran to catch up with him, not paying attention to where he was going. It was not until she had followed him into a small restaurant that she remembered that they were going to have dinner.

"This restaurant is certainly an antique beauty," Maggie commented. While climbing the stairs, she looked around in wonder. All of a sudden, she stopped in her tracks at the wide landing in the middle of the stairs going up to the second floor. She looked at the next set of stairs and then at the wall beside them.

There was a camouflage net draped on the wall, on which some photos were hung with a hemp rope. Maggie touched one of the photos. Posed on the photo was a special force team that consisted of several members. All of them wore jungle combat suits, and their faces were painted in disguise. Everyone was grinning with a gun in their arms. Despite the successful disguise, Maggie easily recognized Edgar on the photo at first glance. He looked quite young in the photo, and somewhat different from how he looked now. It seemed that the photo had been taken many years ago. In fact, even an acquaintance might not necessarily recognize him. However, Maggie did, only because she was all too familiar with the Edgar she had known during that time.

The photo had been taken at about the same time when she had been kidnapped by some bandits because of their hostility towards her father. It was the Sharp Blade Commando who had rescued her. Among the team members, Edgar had taken the lead and pioneered her rescue.

As the past resurfaced in her mind, Maggie's eyes gradually reddened. Her hands began to tremble violently as she held the photo frame. Edgar's face, looking the same as the one in the photo, had been branded in her mind ever since then. Later, since he had taken her home, she had always seen him as a gentle and cultivated looking face with a spirit of iron. He had been burrowed deep into her heart forever since that day.

While Maggie looked at the photo and thought of the past, Edgar had already arrived at the second floor. Finding that Maggie hadn't followed him upstairs, he frowned slightly, then turned around and looked down at her. He didn't come here frequently. However, as someone who had begun his military career as a scout and had worked for a long time in the special forces, he always paid attention to details. Once he went to a place, he would upon a second visit notice even tiny changes from when he had been there before.