Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 570

Sometimes, disappointment could also result in happiness. People were often disappointed when their expectations were not satisfied. There were expectations when two people were in love. In this case, as painful as the experience was, the disappointment still brought a certain kind of happiness.

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QY Island was very pleasant in the morning when the gentle sea breeze blended with the moisture that was slightly salty, and the heavy fragrance of grass and flowers. It made you forget the city noise that could often be bothersome.

Hanson sat on a wooden chair, casually swinging his legs from side to side. A pair of sunglasses covered his evil eyes so people couldn't see through him. His lips were slightly pursed. At first sight, Hanson didn't appear handsome, but he was of a unique temperament that few people could ignore.

"Sir, your juice and sandwich. Enjoy your breakfast," a waiter said as he placed the order on a white carved wooden table.

Hanson threw a tip to the waiter and dismissed him. Hanson sat up straighter in his chair, then started to gulp down his breakfast in a manner far from elegant. His uncouth manners disappointed the women in the restaurant, who were eyeing him dreamily. They sighed deeply, thinking that not all men having breakfast in the open air restaurant with the view of the sea were perfect. They were probably just nouveau rich!

But Hanson couldn't care less what these women thought about him. He was far different from the steady and calm person who sat at the gambling table and faced Brian. He gobbled up the entire sandwich and took a big gulp of the juice. Meanwhile, Brian kept his poker face with not even his eyelids stirring, when he saw Hanson. Molly's mouth dropped open a little as she tried to reconcile the man she was looking at now with the man who strutted proudly at the gambling table.

Grasping Molly's hand, he pulled her with him as they approached Hanson's table and occupied the table next to his. Brian politely ordered breakfast and then closed his eyes to listen to the morning which provided unique comfort.

He thought Brian would say hello to him, but Hanson was disappointed when all he did was pass by his table.

The thoughtless and arrogant behavior enraged him that he nearly fumed. Hanson was a street kid before becoming an apprentice to the God of Gamblers. Endowed with unusual intelligence, he earned the admiration of the God of Gamblers. From that time on, people gave him preferential treatment out of courtesy or thoughtfulness.

"Bri..." Molly said hesitantly. She peered at Hanson in the next table then turned to Brian. "Hanson has been staring at us. Should we say hello to him?" she asked, Uneasy, Molly waited for Brian's response.

The events of the previous night healed Molly. It made her change her mind. Molly decided she would try being with Brian, doing it either for Mark or for herself. But she had to give him and herself a chance.

Arrogantly, Brian said, "Have you ever seen a boss greeting a subordinate before the subordinate greets the boss?" His tone was icy yet loud enough to be overheard in the next table.

Brian's response completely dumbfounded Molly. Then she remembered the high-stakes game they played last night and fell silent.

As he was gulping down the juice when Brian spoke, Hanson nearly spewed the liquid onto the table. He gnashed his teeth but had no choice except admit that because he lost the bet, he was obliged to take orders from Brian before the time he won his freedom back.

Shortly after, the waiter arrived with Brian and Molly's breakfast. They started eating. No matter what he did, Brian always acted with finesse, and this was what made him so strange. He might look like the devil, but he always conducted himself graciously like a fine gentleman from a noble clan.

Molly threw furtive glances at Hanson while they ate. She wondered when the man would swallow his pride and sincerely work for Brian.

Unexpectedly, Hanson cleared his throat, which made Molly turn to him. He finally lost his cool and broke the ice by saying, "Mr. Brian Long, are we wasting too much time?"

One eyebrow raised, Brian replied, "No, I don't think so." Calmly, he raised his glass and took a sip of milk.