Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 658

She couldn't digest what he was saying. It sounded like he actually meant what he was saying, but Molly had had enough of his false promises. She turned around to look at him and said, "That was nothing but a sham--" Before she could finish her argument, he brought down his lips on hers.

Molly did not fight him this time. She knew that it would be useless to try. Tears flowed down her cheeks, wet her ears and stained the pillow.

"Mol..." came another painful call. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. She tried not to show her agony, but she failed miserably and lost all control over her emotions. It overflowed, like a broken dam.

To add to the dull, heavy atmosphere inside the bedroom, rain pattered down and hit their windows. The dark sky and the raindrops only made the scene more depressing.

There was a flash of lightning, like a sword cutting through the dark sky and a loud thunder followed, hammering down the broken hearts of the two people on the bed.

Molly's nose twitched and she started trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks, went down her neck, and touched Brian's lips. When he got the taste of her salty tears, Brian stopped kissing her and raised his head. Her face was bathed in tears. A pang of ache seized his heart.

He had foreseen all of this, but why did the pain still overwhelm him?

"'Mol...Mol..." he murmured as he kissed away the tears on her face. Then he lowered his head on her wet shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. His tightly closed eyes were moist.

Even the fire in their bodies couldn't warm their broken hearts. Brian sat up. When Molly opened her eyes, she saw him walk into the bathroom. She heard the shower running and she turned back to face the wall. Now, there was just one lonely shadow on it. Brian turned the temperature of the shower to cold. He let the cold water splash down his head and let it cool him off.

He had one hand pressed against the wall. He stood under the shower head with his head down, strands of wet hair falling over his eyes, covering his deep sorrow.

The pain was overwhelming and he wanted to let out the pent-up anguish.

He punched the wall with all his might. Blood streamed down the wet wall, leaving a spooky, bloody trail in the shower.

Molly stared at the ceiling aimlessly, listening to the rain spatter against the window and the sound of the splashing water coming from the bathroom. Her heart sank when she heard the loud bang from the shower. Her face started stinging from the nonstop tears. She didn't know which was colder - the rain or her broken heart.

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The rain was pouring mercilessly throughout the night.

Under the dim streetlight, the heavy rain looked like misty bead curtains.

There were very few pedestrians in the streets due to the nasty weather. Cars hurried past, passing puddles and splattering the water in all directions. A silver Porsche was parked by the side of the road, which was being splashed with mud and water every now and then by the rushing traffic. It was an extremely lonely and gloomy night.

From the corner of the street, a woman in a cream linen dress and one-decimeter high-heels walked steadily, holding a black umbrella. The umbrella was held so low that her face was hidden under it. The rain was so heavy that despite the umbrella, both her feet and her skirt were drenched. But she didn't seem bothered by it. She seemed relaxed and calm for a woman who was walking alone on a rainy, deserted night.

She didn't stop until she came to the Porsche. The car window rolled down slowly. Rain splashed into the car like dancing elves.

"What a splendid time you have picked for our meeting," a female voice complained from inside the car. "Get in."

"No thanks," the woman with the umbrella said. Her voice sounded lively, yet deep. Her tone was a little indifferent as she said, "I came to hear your plan. I have to go back as soon as possible. I don't want to cause any suspicion."

The woman in the car stayed silent for a few seconds. Then she asked with an arched eyebrow, "If that is the case, then why couldn't we just talk over the phone?"