Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 163

"Is it because of Little Molly?"

After hearing what Eric said, Brian cast him an infernal look.

Anger looked like hot lava boiling deep within his system, which churned beneath, hungry for destruction. The palpable pressure of the raging sea threatened to erupt at any time.

For a moment, the vicious darkness of the tumult felt as though it swallowed and possessed him whole. When he finally emerged from the dark murderous moment, he retorted,"What do you think it is?"

The question, asked in a tone so menacingly calm was enough to send home the message for both Eric and Molly.

Eric's hand holding the glass of wine suddenly tightened at Brian's words. He pretended the air of detachment, but in reality, he wondered whether to divulge Becky's current situation to Brian.

When their eyes locked, neither Brian nor Eric was willing to look away. It was as if they were battling a sort of contest with their glare. Both men watched each other. You'd think their heads were transparent, and each could see objects sitting inches behind the opponent's skull. Their gazes turned the adversary's stomach every bit like stumbling on a cold body in the dead of night. Their long looks spoke bitterness and more of their possessive infatuations with Molly.

"That's good if you will not regret what you've done." Eric burst into sudden laughter after he finished his words. It was imprudent laughter, in stark contrast to perceptible malice written over his face. He anticipated what would happen next.

Was that what his cousin called 'love'? So much for that!

Holding a pot of freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice in her hand, Molly hid in the kitchen. She felt somewhat strange. It seemed there always was a strained atmosphere between Brian and Eric whenever she was in the kitchen cooking.

Who was the woman that Eric was talking about?

The hand holding the pot of juice tightened its grip. Her mind turned into a ballroom of thoughts dancing and bouncing around. She fought hard to keep herself focused, but failed.

For a moment she got utterly lost in contemplation. She was only startled out of the daydreaming when a face abruptly zoomed into her sight.

"Ah!"

she screamed and backed away before she recognized the face as Eric's. But in shock she had moved awkwardly, tripping over in the process.

Swift and steady, Eric grabbed her free arm in one hand and reached for the pot of juice with the other. "What's going on?" he asked, teasing. "You act as if you had seen a ghost."

"No, not a ghost, just a nuisance!" Molly said petulantly, still recovering from shock.