Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 242

"Hmm...that push...it was not powerful enough to push you down. You slipped yourself," said Brian in a low voice. His tone was uncertain as he tried to defend himself and his expression was unnatural because he knew he was lying.

Molly, however, didn't catch the subtext between Brian's words. So, she continued typing out words on her cell phone.

"Yes, I slipped. I'm a fool who deserves this pain. Are you satisfied?"

Molly took back her cell phone after Brian had read every word on it. She buried her head between the pillows and was unwilling to pay attention to anything around her. At that moment, the feeling of being embarrassed had given way to her broken heart. Being silent was the only thing Molly could do to show her sadness while Brian kept rubbing her hips with the ointment.

Brian did the work quite professionally. He rubbed Molly's ankle and the bones at her hips skillfully with appropriate strength. Neither of them spoke anything to break the ice in the room. The sound of him rubbing the medicine on her was the only sound audible.

Molly had buried herself deep between the pillows. That sight brought a feeling of soreness to Brian's heart. "Don't you feel stuffy in there?"

Molly did not respond.

"I'll do nothing to help if you smother yourself in that posture. That's your own choice," uttered Brian angrily.

Molly still kept her silence and stayed still.

Brian frowned at Molly. Enraged by her cold behavior, he said through clenched teeth,"You are ungrateful, Molly!" Then he let go of her legs and threw the ointment on the table by the bed. But Molly still remained in that position between the pillows, silently. Brian could not suppress the fury in him any more. He left the room.

'Bang!'

The door made a loud noise as it was wildly shut. After being left alone in the room, Molly's sobbing gradually became audible. Finally, the grievance that she had tried her best to subdue ran wild without control.

Brian hadn't left, however. He waited outside the room and heard Molly's sobbing which was becoming louder and louder. He reached for the door knob. But he checked his impulse before he could turn the knob. He stared at the closed door with a complicated feeling and furrowed brows.

For a while, he just stood there outside the room, confused whether he should enter or leave. He hated seeing Molly cry. It was annoying. But since when had her tears begun to soften his heart? Even now, he should have just walked away, without paying any attention to her tears and not caring about what happened to her. But he couldn't. His feet seemed to have been glued to the spot, although he had repeatedly persuaded himself to leave.

"Ding!" Brian's cell phone chimed. He retrieved his hand from the knob and tore his gaze away from the door. Then he took out his cell phone.