Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 648

The ring you placed on my finger was like a shiny crown when I thought you loved me. Once I found out you didn't love me, wearing the ring was like torture. It ripped my heart apart. .

Halting, Molly turned to look at Brian. A sneer slowly formed in her mouth as she said, "No, thanks." She then turned around again and kept going.

Molly no longer needed his concern. She didn't want anything from Brian anymore. The first time she made the mistake of falling for him, it was out of carelessness. The second time, her mistake was thinking there was a chance for the two of them. But her heart was deeply scarred from those two occasions. If she made the same mistake again, she would be the biggest fool in the world.

She muttered to herself, "Brian, forget being kind to me. I don't need it anymore."

Brian's hands squeezed the wheel so hard in frustration as he stared at Molly's back. He didn't realize he was pressing on the steering wheel with so much force until he heard a shrill noise that sounded like a scream.

As she walked on, Molly wanted to turn around several times to check if Brian was still there. She finally banished the thought and kept looking straight ahead. She quickened her steps, and her speed accelerated going down the hill. Only by putting everything behind her could she keep her head clear and remain determined.

Upon reaching the bus stop, she clutched at the strap of her bag and looked ahead. Slowly, she became lost in thought until the bus finally arrived. Molly hopped on quickly.

Just after the bus drove away, a Mercedes pulled over at the roadside.

Watching the bus leave, Brian leaned against his seat, melancholy etched all over his face.

The car phone rang and broke into his thoughts. He lowered his eyes and answered.

"Mr. Brian Long, I am in A City now," a frosty voice said.

"Okay, good," Brian replied without emotion. "You go there first. I will be there soon," he added.

"Yes, sir," Brian heard the other person answer.

After hanging up, Brian again looked at the direction the bus drove off in, before starting his car. He made a U-turn and drove in the opposite direction.

*

The manor looked depressing and smelled of blood. It was in complete contrast to the beautiful view surrounding the place.

Vincent leaned against a tree. He wore a black athletic shirt and light tan casual pants, and black fingerless gloves. A shiny survival knife glinted in his left hand, as his right thumb slowly rubbed the knife's edge. He appeared sluggish while staring into the distance. But his tan face was as cold as ice.

"Hey, Crazy!" Vincent heard someone call out. It was Harrow walking over, dressed in a snazzy suit. He was in a proper gentleman's attire with a suit ideal for the quiet manor. But somehow, Harrow still looked out of place.

Turning to meet Harrow, Vincent said indifferently, "You're still here?"

Harrow ignored the question and instead asked, "Why is Lucy being kept here?" He had been wondering about this.

The thumb rubbing the knife stopped. Without expression, Vincent replied, "You know, there are questions that you shouldn't be asking. You know that, right? That's one of them."