Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 839

"Who said I was withdrawing my bet? A deal is a deal, no one should retreat," he blurted out. In his heart, he was afraid that he might lose. He knew how love could sometimes change people. However, his stubborn spirit would not let him. He had to accept the challenge, there was no backing down now. He knew that Wing was not just making a bet with him from pure interest or jest only. She was also doing it to give him an opportunity to sort out his complicated and tangled heart, so that he might sincerely wish Brian and Molly all the best happiness. Wing knew that this was something which Molly secretly desired. There would be no way around it. Molly's love would concede to every other emotion except the straight, thorough affection for the one she loved. Eric needed to give up.

"If you lose," he started to place his bid, "then I want Weston to come to the National Congress and work as my executive counselor." His eyes flickered slyly and evilly at Wing, waiting for her answer. He knew it would be a hard decision for her. After all Weston had always rejected the idea of partaking in any of their family businesses.

Wing was silent. She scoured Eric with slow, pensive eyes for a moment before she came to her own conclusion. "Okay, you've got the deal," she replied in a firm, assured voice. Mark looked up at Wing, and then at Eric, not knowing which of them would lead the race to the final success.

Wing and Eric high-fived to officially seal the bet. Then, with a curious, strong desire to discover the truth, they hurried off after Molly and Brian.

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In the restaurant, the atmosphere was warm and pleasant. The melody of the classical music wafted in the air when the soft, colorful lights looming over everything in the room. It was as if the whole restaurant had been crafted in a dream world and fabricated from a magic spell.

In this glamorous and mysterious place, a ray of soft, red light lingered over a table in the center of the room, where Brian and Molly were seated. There was no one else in the room. It was as if the place had been specially designed for them.

Molly delicately sipped her orange juice, enjoying the wonderful, fresh flavor which flowed over her tongue, filling her mouth with a fresh coolness. Being so absorbed in the food and beautiful surroundings, her mind gradually drifted off, back to the day when Brian had celebrated her birthday in a similar extravagant place with only the two of them there. Like this moment, Brian had made a block booking of the whole place to spend the special event with her alone, and it was on that night that he had placed the Soul of K on her finger and pledged to love and protect her forever. She rested her hand against her chest. Even now, she could still vividly feel the delight and happiness which she had felt at that time. And then she recalled how they had strolled along the beach after that. They walked bare feet with hand in hand and collected some beautiful shells, and then they...

She could not think further as her cheeks flushed in an instant at the remembrance of what had followed next. Hurriedly, she lowered her head, but couldn't resist the urge to rub her lips and briefly touch her face.

While cutting his steak, Brian glanced up at Molly as she was pondering. Her brows were drawn up and her large eyes burned as her cheeks flamed. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, looking knowingly at her.

"Nothing, nothing..." Molly replied hurriedly, and began to cut her steak to hide her panic.