Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 43

A ray of sunshine looking like a stream of gold poured in through the window and sprinkled on the ground. Molly Xia just woke up and slowly, she opened her eyes. Her eyes looked glassy perhaps because she had been sick for a couple of days. She let out a small wheeze and then frowned firmly. When she gently winked her eyes, a familiar figure appeared in her eyes.

A man was sitting on the sofa, his eyes staring keenly at the laptop computer on his legs and his slender fingers making quick typing movements on the keyboard. Molly slightly turned around and looked at him with her bleary eyes. With furrowed eyebrows and sealed thin lips, his attractive face looked cold and serious.

Gazing at Brian quietly, Molly felt that her heartbeat suddenly raced up. His handsome face somehow became so attractive in her eyes all of a sudden.

Right at that moment, Brian stopped typing and suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Molly with his sharp eyes.

Rattled by Brian's unexpected piercing gaze, Molly got so frightened that she closed her eyes instantly and pretended that she was still asleep. After a while, Molly realized how silly she was and opened her eyes slowly. Brian had seen her staring at him just now, so he must have known that she had woken up already. She certainly must have looked very stupid. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and was surprised to see that Brian was gazing at her with a cold smile.

"Morning…" said Molly Xia. Her voice had become hoarse because of the fever that it sounded so horrible. Even Molly herself was terrified when she heard her own voice, so she swallowed some slobber to moisten her dry throat.

"You have slept for two days… And it's not morning." Brian said teasingly. It seemed that his thin lips hadn't even moved, and those words just flowed out of his mouth.

Molly couldn't believe what Brian had said. She asked in her grainy voice," Two days?"

Brian didn't answer her and typed something on the keyboard before throwing his laptop on the sofa. Then, he walked to the bed and sat down next to Molly, who was sitting up on the bed supporting her feeble body with her hands. Brian reached out one of his hands, put it on Molly's forehead gently and said," Yes, two days. And the fever didn't kill you. You're still breathing."

Hearing what he had said, Molly glared at him and felt the urge to whisk off his hand from her forehead.

But, she did not dare to.

Although she was very weak right now, she was able to think clearly. She had to learn to control her anger. Otherwise, there would be serious consequences. She still remembered how Brian had warned her, and she should never forget that.

"Purr…"

A weird sound broke the fleeting silence between Molly and Brian. Her face flushed when she saw a mocking smile creeping on Brian's face. "Are you laughing at me? Didn't you know that it is normal for one's stomach to rumble when starving? I haven't eaten anything for two days!" Molly said angrily.