Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 759

Glancing at the closed door with a hand on her heaving bosom, she began to feel a bit bummed out. It occurred to her that although she was in a rush to leave the room out of fear, she had hoped that he would at least stop her and say something. Even if it were just to mock her—that would have made her feel better. In any case, the situation got worse due to his silence while she rambled on. After being together with her, Molly just couldn't believe that he had nothing to say.

Averting her eyes from the room, Molly shook her head and went downstairs. According to Golden Flower No. 5, all men thought with their private parts only.

In addition to that, she also said that one way to a man's heart was through his stomach, and the other of course, his private part again.

While walking slowly, a glint of determination returned to Molly's eyes, replacing the disappointment that was there earlier.

As it was late at night, only a few people could be seen outside when Molly exited the villa. Wrapping her coat around her body, and holding her purse, she could not decline John's offer to drive her downtown, as he insisted that it was not safe for a woman to walk alone on such a dark night.

Once they reached downtown, Molly eagerly requested John to return to the villa. But before he left, John advised her to come back to the villa whenever she had the time. Why? So she could cook for Brian since the man was rarely in the villa during the day.

Of course, Molly was more than willing to do that, seeing as it was a part of her plan to frequent the villa anyway. Thanks to John's encouragement, her determination was even stronger now.

Walking down the busy street, Molly looked around at all the buildings which had bright, neon signs. Despite the unbearable cold, several crowds of people continued to loiter in the streets. It appeared that not even cold winter nights could reduce people's passion for nightlife.

Furious, Molly walked with her purse on her shoulder. Her apartment was only a block away. Looking at her watch, she thought that Mark was probably in bed by then.

When a person would choose to live alone, people liked to assume a lot of details that were easily neglected.

Stopping in her tracks, she raised her head and looked up at the dark sky with eyes blinking in frustration.

'When Brian started to use a ruse, I must have been playing with my doll!, ' thought Molly.

'How could I play a trick on him? Should I be doing all the heavy lifting now?' she asked herself, feeling depressed again. 'Is there any hope at all for me to win? What should I do next?'

Lonely and helpless, Molly surveyed the bustling street until a particular neon sign of a bar caught her attention. In an attempt to read what it says, she squinted her eyes.

"Lonely Bar?"

Molly whispered the bar's name. For some reason, the name resonated with her, and she found herself walking through its entrance. With everything that happened, the bar lured her in like a baby with a candy.

The soft music in the background calmed her down. Many people went there to get drunk. All of them, men or women were, as the bar's name suggested, lonely. It was as though the people were either abandoned by their loved one, or mending a broken heart.

Because of this shared misery, Molly almost felt better while raising glasses with strangers.

"Miss," a waiter asked her, an empty tray in his hand. "Can I ask you whether you sit behind the bar or not?