Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 288

Molly was inside her tiny bedroom, sitting by the small desk near her window. On her lap was the box full of candies that Eric had just bought for her.

She opened the box and took a piece out.

She tinkered with the candy wrapper mindlessly, her mind was obviously far away.

Molly zoned back in and stopped abruptly. A bitter smile appeared on her face. She opened a drawer from her desk and took out a glass bottle. She threw the candy inside.

After staring at the bottle for a while, she put it away and took out a notebook from the same drawer. She opened the notebook and started to scribble everything that was going on in her mind. This had been a habit of hers for as long as she could remember - this was how she often processed her thoughts and how she let it all out.

"Molly!" A voice called out. As Steven walked into the bedroom, Molly scrambled to close her notebook and put it away. She turned to face Steven who was holding a bowl in his hand,"Your mother prepared soup for you. Here."

Molly nodded as she took the bowl. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say because she could tell that Steven wanted to say something but he wouldn't budge. Molly decided to put the bowl down and look at him straight.

"Well..." Steven lingered. He sat down on the other chair beside the desk and rubbed his hands together, nervous. He opened his mouth and closed it. "Molly, well... Rory wanted to see you."

Molly's brows furrowed. She stared at Steven, not saying a word hoping he would say something, anything. 'How did Steven expect me to react to this?' Molly thought to herself.

Steven heaved a deep breath,"It doesn't matter who your real dad is. You should know that I love you like my own... but Molly, this won't go away by you ignoring."

Molly pressed her lips together. She couldn't answer this question because she still couldn't talk. And to be honest, she didn't want to respond to it even if she could.

Steven didn't know what to think of how Molly was reacting. He let out a sigh under his breath,"Well, your mother wants you to know that it's still up to you. We would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

Molly remained silent, looking at Steven. 'If that was true then you wouldn't have come in here to tell me that, ' She thought bitterly to herself.

'Of all people, mom would know if I wanted to see Rory or not but she still let Steven come in here.'

Molly opened her notebook and scribbled something very fast and slid it over for Steven to read. "I'll see him," Steven read out loud.

Before Steven came in today, Molly had already thought a lot about Rory - she knew that eventually this day would come. She had been prepared.

'When?'