Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 535

Luck plays an important role when it comes to meeting the right people at the right time – not a moment sooner, not a moment later. And if that opportunity is missed by a hair's length, then life would be very different from what it should have been.

Molly stared at Brian with her slightly red eyes, gently flapping her eyelashes, as if she were staring at some kind of freak.

She tried to figure out some answers from his face, but there was no way of figuring out anything from his usual indifferent expression.

"What... What do you mean?"

Brian laughed inside. He silently checked the distance between them. In the blink of an eye, he stretched out his hand, grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. As Molly exclaimed in surprise, he slightly turned his body towards her and half pressed it to Molly's body. With his eyes deeply glued to her, he replied slowly with a gentle smile, "What do you think it means?"

His words sounded cold and sarcastic to her. She didn't know what to make of it. Being so close to him, she could even smell his cool mint breath, and it made her brain go blank.

She couldn't make eye contact with him. She tried to fix her gaze on anything but him, and said hesitantly, "I don't know!" Her voice sounded peevish, like she was sulking about the whole situation.

Brian sighed quietly and his coarse fingers gently brushed through Molly's slightly messy hair. When he felt her body stiffen to his touch, his eyes grew dark, and his face regained its indifferent expression. He said, "Elias has not left yet. We'll have him examine your eyes now."

Molly looked at him, showing obvious resistance to his proposition.

Brian ignored her resistance and asked indifferently, "Your eyes look red most of the time. Aren't you afraid that you'll cause it some permanent damage?"

Molly bit her lower lip, shifted her glance and simply said, "These are transplanted eyes. It's never going to be perfect, right?"

Brian stopped brushing her hair, and his eyes reflected a touch of complex emotions. Then, he gently lifted Molly's chin with his slender fingers to make her look straight into his eyes, "Mol, you always say that you want to move forward one step at a time, right? Do you really mean that or are you just a coward who hides in the past?"

"I am not a coward!" Molly retorted quickly, she felt as if Brian had taken a peek into the farthest depths of her mind.

"Oh?" Brian squinted slightly, "Are you saying that you haven't been living in the past? As far as I can see, you are just thinking about the things which cannot be regained, and not willing to look ahead."

Molly listened to his words, stared at him and said firmly, "I am not living in the past!"

She was pissed off. Was he saying that he never thought of the past? How could he judge her in such a way?

Brian watched as Molly struggled to control her growing anger. She didn't know how to release her rage which was caused by Brian's words. The corners of Brian's lips curled up and his eyes grew darker, "What? Are you irritated by my words now?"