Brian intensely gazed at Molly with his deep eyes. He put down the newspaper he was reading and leaned backwards slowly. Then he squinted at Eric with a long, meaningful look.
Molly just stared at his icy-cold face, which emanated a cruel aura. She was standing still, with her arms hanging on her sides. Her fists suddenly clenched so tightly that her body slightly trembled. All she felt at the moment was humiliation and rage.
"Hey, little Molly, have you had your breakfast yet?" Eric ignored Brian's inquisitive look and asked Molly abruptly. He noticed that Molly's face instantly turned pale when she saw his brother. A mysterious light gleamed in his eyes which was hard for anyone to read. But he kept smiling in a harmless but teasing manner.
Molly slowly shifted her eyes from Brian to Eric. His strange smile made her feel very cold and her heart sank. She felt like she had been dropped into an ice-box, freezing her whole body.
"Come here. Let's have breakfast together. I'll give you the cheque later!" Eric said. He kept smiling and signaled the servant with his eyes.
Brian was still silent, and his face was devoid of any expressions. He looked like he was a mere audience to these two.
"You did it on purpose!" It took quite a while for Molly to find her voice. Her eyes were fuming with rage, and she was looking at Eric with an intensity that would have burned everything in its path, trying to read the expressions on his face. She wanted to find some leads as to what was going on, but she failed.
From the very first time she had laid eyes on Eric, Molly had felt that he was a dangerous man. But she still had been ignorant enough to think that he would help her.
Now, all she could do was mock her own self.
She cast a furious glance at Brian, and, before Eric had a chance to say a word, turned around furiously and started walking towards the door with heavy steps. For some reason, her nose suddenly twitched and her eyes started turning red with tears.
"Hold on!" Eric shouted.
Molly paused as she heard these words. It had been similar words the night before, and she had hoped this man would help her. She hadn't even cared to think how he had known her name.
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