Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 744

'What I have to become is a strong woman. Both physically and mentally, I need to be formidable enough to shut out anything that dare to disturb my inner peace. Only in this way will I have more space in my heart to think about you, '

Molly thought to herself firmly, waiting for her master to speak. The man turned around slowly, sunlight cascading over his back. With only half of his face being exposed, while the rest was concealed in a shadow, his appearance exuded a daunting and somber vibe.

Unable to help herself, Molly arched her eyebrow. After many significant years, she had become more mature and prudent than she had ever been, and yet, the look in her eyes remained as innocent and pure as it always was. Despite everything that had happened, she persisted wearing her heart on her sleeves: a look of yearning, of utter belief in true love. "I must stand up from where I fell," she replied.

A sincere hint of joy was visible in her tone as she thought of going back to Brian. The one and half a year of high-intensity training intensified her longing, and motivated her to look forward to every single day that brought her closer to her goal. Ever since she arrived at the old castle, she had nothing but low expectations, and prepared for the worst case scenario to happen. But now that the rigorous training was over, the following days appeared to be hopeful and pleasantly surprising.

"That hotel?" the man asked. Confused by his question, Molly didn't know how to respond.

Her mouth hung slightly open, trying to ascertain her master's inquiry. However, his facial expression was hard to capture in the sunlight.

"At Brian's hotel again?" the man continued, when he didn't hear from her.

To which, Molly's eyes widened in surprise.

"Should we make it look like another accident?"

Molly frowned at his words. "Master, what on earth are you talking about?" she voiced her bewilderment.

As if her confusion satisfied her, the man cracked into a smile. He approached her and stood close enough for the woman to see his face more clearly. Up close, Molly could spot hesitance in his expression. "I remember you telling me that you met Brian somewhere outside of Grand Night Casino. Am I correct?"

The pensive woman nodded, saying slowly, "I had never really thought about our first meeting before I came here. When I got here, it was our past that kept me going. Day after day, I recalled every detail between us." She paused for a bit, her eyes squinting at the thought. "Then the training didn't seem so hard anymore, and the days passed by faster. That's when I realized that it wasn't in the hotel that I first met him." She turned to look at the man. "Before that time, I was running late for work one day. So I was rushing to Grand Night Casino, when I almost got hit by a car. I didn't get to see the person in the car at the time, and I never really thought about it afterward. Later on, I found out that it was Brian's car."

"So what?" the man asked.

A cunning look flickered across Molly's eyes. She closed the distance between them, held his arm in a fawning way, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Master..."

For a moment, the man could only look at her, before he untangled their arms and spoke in a disapproving tone, "Spit it out. Don't you dare use what you learned from Gold Flower No. 4 on me. Acting spoiled is pointless."

"You are so boring," Molly muttered, rolling her eyes and pursing her lips. Then, not even a minute later, she clutched onto his arm once again and said, "Master, I will avenge you. How about that? Huh?"

"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously as he tried to pull his arm out of her tight embrace again.