Molly's brows were tightly knitted. She detested his distant and aloof manner.
The tension combined with indignation nearly pushed Molly to smash her phone to the ground thinking it would help release the rage bubbling inside her.
"Where are you?" she asked, gritting her teeth in fury.
There was a brief silence. Brian didn't answer at once, taken aback by the strong emotions vibrating from Molly. He wasn't quite prepared to deal with her in this state. After collecting himself, he altered his voice to make it seem he was indifferent and replied, "The dessert shop opposite Flight Media."
Without asking any more questions, Molly hung up the phone. She refused to tolerate this form of oppression that made her suffer through panic and fury while thinking something horrible would happen. To calm herself, Molly took a moment to stand perfectly still without saying a word.
She shut her eyes, felt her chest rise and fall and concentrated on breathing slowly to purge all the stress and uneasiness she was currently feeling so she could regain her balance. After several minutes, her eyes suddenly opened, glinting to show off renewed strength. Molly took a deep breath and walked determinedly out of the hotel. Once on the street, she hailed a taxi to bring her to the dessert shop located in the most affluent shopping area in all of T City.
Meanwhile, the object of her fury sat back in comfort. Brian was not at the Dessert Shop like he'd told Molly on the phone. After ending their conversation, he made no move to head to the place. Instead, he took his time enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Thirty minutes later, his phone rang again. He knew it was Molly and imagined how infuriated and desperate the woman would be to learn he was not where he said he was. He put the newspaper down and answer the phone perfectly composed.
"Brian, where exactly are you?" Molly thundered at the other end of the line. She arrived at the dessert shop in the appointed time and was first surprised, and then annoyed, to learn that he wasn't there. Molly made herself relax, so she appeared calm as the waiter placed her order of cake on the table. "You weren't at the dessert shop at all, were you?" she said, her voice trembling.
Brian lifted his brows and said in a negligent tone, "Mol, I never said I was there." Taken aback by his denial, Molly scrambled to recall their first conversation.
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