Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 465

My lover is my other half. If my lover got hurt, it would hurt me too even more. But don't ever apologize for all that I will suffer for you because I love you and that's all I can give you right now.

Molly was able to see Brian clearly as he drew nearer. His features were enhanced because of how near he was. It had happened so quickly that Molly was unable to muster a response. But her lips quivered as she listened to Brian breathing. Soon after, Brian leaned in to press his lips against hers.

Molly watched it all happen, her pupils dilated. It took her back. It was all so familiar, his smell, his aura, and this kiss. The kiss clouded her mind. As gentle as the kiss was, Molly was reminded of her past that she had tried so hard to forget. Suddenly, everything that had happened between her and Brian was clear as day as if it was happening right this moment.

Molly's face turned pale. Shocked, she lifted her hands to push Brian away, and she did it either out of her strength or Brian's unawareness.

Molly lifted her hand to slap Brian. While Molly moved swiftly, she was no match for Brian because he instinctively blocked her hand, holding on to her wrist. His face was unreadable as he fastened his grip on Molly's wrist, locking it in place.

Molly was flustered as Brian's grip on her wrist was starting to hurt. She had started to sweat. Brows furrowed and filled with anger, she shouted, "Let me go!"

Brian's eyes dimmed as he stared in Molly's disgusted face. But under that coldness was mockery for himself. Anyone who really looked could tell that Brian was only covering his misery.

"Your lips still taste the same." Brian said in such a low voice it was almost as if he was just speaking to himself. When he saw the expression on Molly's face, he continued, "But, they don't belong to me anymore."

Brian said, chuckling. Molly found it difficult to stomach Brian's words. She couldn't breathe as she continued to struggle from Brian's grip, "My hand hurts. Let me go!"

Brian didn't budge. He continued to watch Molly struggle. Brian's heart stung every time Molly struggled in front of him. It hurt more and more as it was starting to become more real that she didn't belong with him anymore.

"Let me go!" Molly bellowed. She was starting to get more and more frustrated. Maybe because her hand was really hurt or because Brian wasn't saying anything. She was shouting in exasperation now.

"Do you love him?"

Brian suddenly asked. The question seemed so out of place that Molly had stopped struggling. She looked at Brian, confused. After a while, Molly seemed to read something from Brian's eyes: he was miserable. But why on earth would he be?

She must be imagining this! Brian was the coldest and detached person she knew. Even the blood running through his veins was cold as ice. How could such a cold person know anything about being sad? Or miserable? Was it possible that this cold-hearted person could actually feel things?

"Do you love him?" Brian repeated his question. But he regretted it as soon as he said it. Because he was afraid to be humiliated if Molly answered him yes. 'Should I just let go of her and let her be with the man that she loves?'

Brian sank into his own thoughts, loosening his grip on Molly's wrist. Molly jumped at the chance to free herself. She rubbed her wrists together and said coldly, "Yes, I love him."

Molly didn't even know whom Brian was referring to. Her best guess was Spark. "I love him. He treats me well. No one has ever treated me the way he does. He never shows me anything but love, he has never left my side, and he never forces me to do anything I don't want."

"So, you're willing to have his baby? ?"

"Yes." Molly said without hesitation. But her heart tightened when she saw the pained look on Brian's face. She could see his pain because it was written all over his eyes.

Brian sneered at himself. He fixed his back which was leaned against the back of his seat. He gazed at the distance, towards the crashing waves of the sea. His mind was empty and he couldn't feel anything only the chill of the emptiness left in his heart.