Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 768

While the ocean is the sky upside down, you're the only one to trigger my tears.

* The setting sunlight filtered by the heavy navy curtain cast a dark blue-orange glow across the carpeted floor of the room. The air was tense. Molly stood defiantly in front of Brian and asked, "Were you happy when Mark called you 'uncle'?"

The deep jet black irises of Brian gazed at Molly as her own orbs mirrored sadness and anger in them. His deep voice spoke, "Molly, I don't need to pretend." His face remained stone-cold and his eyes were still apathetic as ever. "It doesn't matter how Mark calls me. He's my son, whether he remembers me or not. Similarly, the fact that he's my son will never change, whether I remember him or not. Do you understand?" he added.

The vein in Molly's temple throbbed slightly. "Do you have to put it this way?" she asked as her large eyes remained fixated on Brian. When he said those words, it felt like her heart was scratched against a charred surface and it hurt like hell. Her voice turned a bit hoarse as she said, "You can tell me straight that you don't want me any longer, and you can even tell me that you're too tired to love me any longer. But why do you choose to refuse me in this way?"

She smiled gently, despite her teary reddened eyes. "Brian, even if you view me as an object, you can't just grasp me by force when you want me then discard me when you don't want me. I'm not some garbage used by you!" she added fiercely.

The thin lips of Brian frowned into a scowl at Molly's words of self-depreciation.

She took a deep breath and forced her cowardliness to retreat to the deepest pits of her mind. Her eyes scanned her surroundings then she said, "Nothing has changed in the furnishing or decoration in your study. The same can be said for the whole villa. Everything is still where they were. As a person so persistent with your own habits, it is impossible for you to forget me, besides you love me so much!"

At her words, Brian sneered and said, "Love you?

Don't you need…"

"Shut up!" the loud voice of Molly cut him off abruptly. She suddenly turned rude and brash out of the blue. While Brian slightly frowned at this and turned his dark and cold eyes to look at her, her feet walked towards him and her hands pushed his chest forward without warning. Brian was caught off-guard, so his legs stumbled backward and he was pinned down on the desk. When he moved to stand up again, Molly prevented him as she looked down to his eye level and said coldly, "Do you remember that once in that villa, you pressed me, a maid then, onto the desk?

Aside from what happened in the hotel, you had me, you had me

in front of Becky's photo. You trampled on every part of me!"

Her cruel eyes glared icily at Brian's own as she continued, "What more, two years ago, you had me once again in the same way. By using such a way, you told me that I couldn't leave unless you let me go!"

Molly's hands pushed down Brian so strongly as if she had gone crazy. However, Brian didn't try to stand up straight anymore. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to or maybe, it was because of Molly's words and the way she looked at him that he decided not to.

His eyes looked straight at the woman on top of him. Teeth clenched, Molly gasped for air and said, "I'm not who I was before anymore, but I'm still the Molly who wanted to love you and the Molly whom you loved to the extent of sacrificing your life for her." After she finished her angry speech without even a hint of shyness or hesitation, Molly pushed down Brian violently one last time and stood upright, then straightened her clothes. Her eyes lowered slightly and she finally said, "Brian, I don't know whether I think in a right or wrong way, but I've become a woman who can stand by your side without distracting you!"

Her cold eyes glared one last time at Brian, then she turned on her heel and left his study in rage.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut so loudly that even the solid frame shook a little. He was unaware that a helpless smile was subconsciously etched on his thin lips. However, his dark eyes seemed to say that he had no other alternatives.

The soles of Molly's low block heeled loafers made loud clanking sounds as she angrily stomped down the dark wooden steps. She looked at Mark who sat on the spacious living room sofa and said, "Let's go!" Then, she took his hand and dragged the both of them outside.

As soon as she opened the door, something suddenly seemed to click in her mind. She released her grip on Mark's hand and turned back around to the foyer of the house. She picked up a car key on the console table and left.