Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 838

Scanning over the dresses one by one, her eyes finally settled on a blue dress that had delicate flowers embroidered on it. She remembered how Brian's eyes had flashed with passionate light when she had worn a similar blue dress when she was out on a date with him previously. "He should like me in this blue dress," she softly murmured to herself and slipped it on. In addition to that, she wore a mink coat over her dress to compliment the color. 'This is not enough! I need some makeup.' She sat down in front of her dresser and began doing her hair and makeup.

After all of the preparations were done, Molly looked at herself in the mirror with a sense of contentment for a while. Suddenly she realized that an hour had already passed since she had left Brian downstairs. With a quiet and awkward grin, she grabbed her purse and hurried from the room.

Brian was sitting on the couch, quietly reading the newspapers. He had always been very patient at everything. Waiting while she dressed herself was a small matter to him.

"Well... I..." Molly drawled seductively as she walked slowly down the stairs and advanced on him. Her heart was fluttering now, beating like a bewildered bird.

Brian lifted his head and rested his eyes on her. After the hard and intense training by the Golden Flowers, Molly had learned to make herself look attractive and draw others' attention.

And right now, she could see the effect of her efforts as Brian's eyes became fully absorbed and flickered with fascination. "I reserved the table for half past six," Brian looked at his watch as he added. "We've still got half an hour to hang around." Then he rose from his seat and took Molly's hands to draw her close to him. "You look amazing," he said softly with his hot eyes roving over her delicate figure.

Molly's cheeks burned feverishly at his compliment. After all, he was the kind of person who would rarely offer a compliment on anything. Pouting her lips shyly, Molly lowered her head to avoid looking into his burning, passionate eyes. For a moment, she was so shy that she was tortured for something to say to him, and the tension built between them. Then she said softly and slowly, "Maybe we should move off. There might be a traffic jam at this time of the day," she suggested in husky, coy voice.

Molly was shy and flushed. Her long, thick lashes flashed over her luminous, large eyes. Her face shone golden like a flower that had just opened its blossom after the spring rain, both new and fragile. Brian was fascinated; awestruck, he could not take it in. The natural impulse of men's passion at seeing such beauty possessed his body. But now was not the time. The right time had not yet come. He swallowed heavily to stop his salivation and turned to the stern, serious face that he wore for the outside world as a safety measure against his urgent feelings.

With their hands tightly interlocked, they walked straight towards the parked car. Everything was hued in red, hot colors as the last glimpse of the sunlight retreated from the earth.

As they drove off from the Long Family Mansion, three figures that had been hiding behind the flowerbeds revealed themselves.