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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 519

Becky gnashed her teeth and asked indignantly, "Is that all you needed to say to me?"

"Yes," Brian was straightforward with his answer, but then his tone softened, "Don't harm her."

"Fine," Becky answered furiously. Her meek look was replaced by ruthlessness. Her eyes turned red with tears brimming in them, but she didn't let them fall. That inferior and weak attitude was not what she wanted to exhibit at that moment. Teeth grinding, Becky accentuated, "Brian, I hate you."

Then Becky grabbed her bag and stormed out, and Brian replied calmly, "If you say so..."

Becky halted for a second, then ran out of the door. It was drizzling outside. Becky looked up at the sky and sneered; her eyes were wicked and hateful. When John offered to drive her home, Becky rejected. Yet, at the gate, she came across a car, which instead of entering the villa, waited to drop her off.

Inside the villa, Eric casually poured two glasses of wine - one for himself and one for Brian. But Brian was in no mood to entertain him, he asked coldly, "Shouldn't you be leaving now?"

"You drove away Becky. And now me too?"

Brian took a sip of the wine, then said slowly, "Mol doesn't want to see you."

"Is it Little Molly who doesn't want to see me," Eric laughed evilly, "Or is it you?"

Brian raised his brows arrogantly, and his voice remained cold, "Me? Eric, I certainly didn't want to see you. But that's not because I'm afraid of you winning over Mol. In fact, you should know it yourself that you are the last person Mol wants to see at this point."

Eric's smile disappeared and his eyes darkened, "You don't mince your words." He emptied the wine in a gulp, put aside the glass and quietly left. When he reached the door and took out his car keys, his eyes wandered to the room upstairs where Molly was. He looked directly into Brian's cold eyes and said with a new resolve, "Brian, I might be lagging behind now, but I'll catch up soon. And if you win this time, I'll never compete with you again."

Saying that, he turned and walked out. As he turned around to leave the villa, he knew that Brian must have understood his words... He couldn't give up on Molly because he was just too much in love with her to let her go yet.

Molly hesitated for a long time, wondering whether to step out and face them. But, by the time she made up her mind and came out, the villa was already empty. No one was there, except Brian.

"You took your sweet time coming out of there." Brian's voice was scornful, but also a little depressed.

Molly cast a few glares at Brian, then came down. After four years of being away, this place should have been alien to her, yet somehow, she felt at home. Maybe it was because her short stay here was too memorable to forget easily.

Molly ignored Brian and went straight into the kitchen. Since it was not dinner time, Lisa was not around. Molly took a look around and found that all the ingredients they had were Mark's favorites. So, she wore an apron and started stewing a soup.

Brian didn't follow Molly into the kitchen, but the clanking of the vessels gave him some idea of what she was doing. His lips curled into a slight smile; his rigid face turned more gentle.

"Papa Brian..." Mark's childish voice called him. Without even changing his shoes, Mark hurried towards Brian. He asked, with his big innocent eyes wide open, "Is mommy here? Where is she? They said mom was here."

Mark bombarded Brian with a train of questions. He looked at Brian with so much expectation. He was worried that Brian might say no.

"She's here," Brian confirmed, earning a big smile from Mark, "She's in the kitchen."

Mark instantly deserted Brian and galloped towards the kitchen, making Brian sigh slightly. But when he reached the door, Mark stopped.

Molly was chopping vegetables for the soup, but paused because of the noise outside. She turned around and saw Mark at the door. For an entire month, she hadn't seen him. She had missed him so much. "Mark," Molly called.

Mark didn't move, he pressed his lips together. As Molly's eyes filled with tears, he hastily gestured, 'Mommy...'

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