Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 456

"Can I?" the driver said helplessly. "I wish I could fly over all these cars. But, it's rush hour and we can only wait."

Staring anxiously at the cars that packed the road, she looked at her watch to check the time. Molly was losing hope that she could get to the Smile hotel within an hour before Brian leaves. But there was no other option. Nothing! Then it struck her that Brian might just be testing her to see if she would arrive on time, even if he had no plans to leave. Realizing the futility of sitting in the taxi and wasting time, she paid the fare and got off. She was determined to get there on foot.

Minutes ticked by, and the sun was slowly disappearing behind rows of spectacular high-rise buildings on the western side. Brian checked his watch. It was nearly half-past six, and still no sign of Molly. His brows furrowed as he looked out of the window. Mentally, he cursed himself for anticipating her arrival. But as he turned away from the window, his eyes fell on the bite mark on his wrist.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the mark. His mind drifted off. Suddenly Brian was lost in thought, and his eyes turned dark and deep, similar to a bottomless fountain that glimmered in the moonlight.

Watching Brian by the door was Tony, who observed him as he pondered in complete silence. He, too, checked his watch. It was almost the appointed time. He came up to Brian and gently reminded him, "Mr. Brian Long, Carina's flight is about to land. We need to leave now."

Hearing Tony's words, Brian shook himself out of the trance. His eyes shifted from the bite mark to the scenery outside his window. His face was now steady and impassive as stone.

Nothing more needed to be said. It was Tony's responsibility to remind Brian of what he had to do, but ultimately, his boss had the final say in every decision.

With the crowded commercial street finally behind her, Molly hailed another taxi. Even before getting in, she said hurriedly, "Smile Hotel, please."

She was panting heavily after running to get out of the traffic jam. Anxious and weary, she noted it was nearly half past six, and she was nowhere near the hotel. Molly whipped out her phone and dialed Brian's number. Desperately, she said, "Can you wait for me just a little longer? Can you give me another half an hour, please?"