Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 625

Every relationship would have its beautiful and special moments. Intimacy would feel eternal, and nothing outside of that bubble could ruin it. Alas, these sweet moments do not always promise happy endings.

Likewise, how relationships end would not define the kind of connection that was shared between the involved parties. Neither do the bad and tough times. Love, remains to be quite a complicated mystery.

When Molly couldn't trace the location of the ring anymore, she came back to her senses. Her face stiffened, as did her entire body. Her eyes grew wide as the consequences of her recklessness finally dawned on her. She turned around, and in great haste, exited the bedroom. She hastened down the stairs, rushing out of the villa without realizing that she wasn't wearing her shoes.

Brian Long, who was coincidentally walking out of the study, caught sight of her as she bolted out of the door. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink, and her eyes - they were filled with urgency and panic. Her mind was obviously elsewhere as she left the door open. Brian frowned and crossed his arms. Her actions intrigued him. Unconsciously, he thought about following her outside. It was a quick minute of debate with himself before he decided against it.

As Molly entered the backyard, she looked straight at her bedroom window. Based on the angle at which she threw the ring, she estimated where it could have possibly fallen. The wind blew past the elevated grass in the moonlight. It was only at that moment when she noticed that she was barefoot, feeling the grass tickle her feet. Ignoring it, she pursed her lips in determination and began looking around. With a lawn as meticulously developed as theirs, she had just set herself up with a difficult task of finding a small yet precious ring. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

She continued to look painstakingly in the grass for a small round object, but it was futile in the natural light of the moon. Disappointed, Molly stood up-straight with a mild backache and tightly knitted eyebrows. Her Plan A to retrieve the ring wasn't working. After a moment of contemplation, she lit up as an idea came to her. She ran back into the villa, up the second floor and into her bedroom. When she found her phone on the bed, she grabbed it and descended once again, heading for the backyard. Molly was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't even notice Brian who had been quietly sitting at the bar counter.

Brian narrowed his eyes and put down the glass of wine on the counter. He could not contain his curiosity anymore and with a hand in his trouser pocket, followed her out of the villa. Once outside, he surveyed the surroundings but Molly was nowhere to be seen. He raised an eyebrow and looked on either side of the house. When he was positive that Molly wasn't anywhere in front of the house, he turned the corner and decided to check behind. He was beginning to get anxious and worried. That was, until he heard some rustling and saw a bright light emitting in the backyard. Quietly, he gazed inside and found the woman he had been looking for.

Molly had her back uncomfortably arched as she examined every inch of the lawn. This time, she used her phone's flashlight to see better in the dark. She was on her knees with squinted eyes, unaware of the sharp ones that were staring right at her.

She wore a magenta silk nightgown. Her long hair swayed freely across her shoulders and down her back, going where the wind blew, and she couldn't care less. Even when she seemed busy, engrossed in an activity he had yet to comprehend, she looked beautiful. Brian found her to be like an angel at work in the moonlight.

"Where did it go?" Molly muttered anxiously. More than half an hour had passed. She still couldn't find the ring.