Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 524

Brian cast him a glance, saying nothing to him. He just walked straight to the car, opened the door car, and put Mark on the seat.

Tony followed them all the way, wondering about his boss's strange behavior. Then he turned to the driver's seat. It was his first time to see Brian like that. The topic between him and Mark was probably tiring. But he conversed with the boy in a serious manner. As a clever man, Brian of course knew what the little boy was going to plan in his innocent brain. But he pretended otherwise and let the boring conversation continue. That was really strange.

The car drove off the villa. John and Lisa watched the car leave with all smiles. But Lucy seemed unhappy. She turned to cast the villa a disdainful look before saying in a sour tone, "I'll go to the gallery."

Lucy slipped into her car and drove off. She had achieved something in her painting in recent years. She harvested a reputation on her own, without any assistance from Brian. She would have gained more if Brian had given her any support. But as far as she was concerned, it was better for her to prove herself in front of Brian.

The rain showed no sign of stopping.

Molly moaned. Her body ached as though it had been torn apart. The pain ran across every inch of her skin whenever she moved even just a single part of her muscle. She frowned before opening up her eyes, which stung from lack of sleep. Her mind was blank now, unable to remember what had happened. She looked around dreamily, trying to recognize where she was. The thick curtain had prevented the dusky light from shedding in. As a result, it was hard to know what time it was.

Molly steadied herself to tidy up her mind. She recalled what had happened in the study last night as her memory finally came back to her. The scene was so vivid it mustn't be a dream. She blushed to her ears. Then she sat up, with the quilt still covering her body to her chin. She looked around the room, and then the bed... This was Brian's room. She recognized it.

Molly's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, feeling both shy and furious. Although she had struggled to resist Brian's caresses and kisses, she still surrendered herself to him. But that was unforgivable. She bit her lips, cursing desperately herself in her heart. Suddenly, she pulled the quilt aside, trying to go off the bed. But a harsh pain ran through her body again as she moved.

"Ouch..." Molly screamed and put her hand to her waist. Her loin still ached from the lovemaking last night. This time she cursed the man who had brought that pain to her. Then she saw the bathrobe on the bench within her arm's reach. There was no denying that Brian was very thoughtful for her. Her face reddened further. She fetched the robe, put it on, and went into the bathroom. But she still murmured cursing Brian...

Molly stepped into the bathroom, her body almost fragile because of the pain. She took the shower head, intending to wash away all her exhaust and sour. Accidentally she touched her neck, and her hand paused all of a sudden. She ran her fingers across her neck for sure. She had a different feeling for the necklace that was on her neck now. It didn't feel like Sunny Day.

Molly lowered her head to check. The necklace on her neck was not Sunny Day, but a new one that she had never seen. It was a black thin cord with a warm and smooth stone pendant. The stone looked strange in shape. it was blue at first sight, but turned into a faint red after being wet by the water from the shower head. And the cord was woven in a strange style as well.

"Where is my necklace?" murmured Molly, "What's this on my neck?"