Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 881

"Rat-tat." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Brian answered. As the doorknob was rotated, Tony walked into the office.

"Mr. Brian Long," Tony said, "Mrs. Molly Long called me a moment ago, asking if you have time to have lunch together with her."

With a tiny smile on his lips, Brian was about to say something when Tony continued, "Mrs. Molly Long said that if you are free, you can meet her at the fast food restaurant on the opposite side of the road. She would be there in half an hour."

Brian couldn't have been more happy to hear that. After Tony left his office, Brian stood up and went to the dressing room to get changed.

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Sitting at a table next to the window of the fast food restaurant, Molly tiled her head, carefully looking at her masterpiece in her right hand. Looking forward to what would happen next with excitement, her face had the look of an extremely satisfied woman.

"Why are you so happy?" Brian asked, as he pulled up the chair across her.

Startled by Brian's sudden emergence, Molly told herself to calm down. She scrambled in her mind to give him a reason. "Well, we haven't had the chance to have a meal together for a whole week, so when Tony told me that you were going to meet me for lunch, it made me very happy."

"Really?" Brian giggled, rolling his eagle-like sharp eyes. When his gaze fell on Molly's right hand, which was under the table, he took a slight frown and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"What? Well... It's nothing." Molly tried to conceal her expectation with a smile. Now that he had noticed her right hand, it was her turn to put on the play.

Brian's eyes, which were fixated on Molly, grew a shade darker. Biting her lower lip, she said, "I accidentally sprained it." When she noticed the displeasure on Brian's face, she rushed to ease his concern and explained, "I went to the doctor. He said it's nothing serious."

Brian knitted his eyebrows and pursed his lips, clearly revealing his concern. Molly became restless, wondering if Brian had seen through her trick. Lowering her eyes to conceal the flurry in her heart, she paused to think for a moment. While raising her head again, she blurted, "Bri, I'm hungry."

Brian sighed, clearly still displeased. On one hand, he was annoyed with her carelessness; on the other, he cared about her too much to be angry at her. "Sit tight, I'm going to fetch us something to eat."

"Hmm," Molly answered. A smile played on her face immediately.

Brian walked over to the counter with two trays in his hand. After a while, he came back with all of Molly's favourite dishes. He slowly placed the dishes in front of her and said, "After lunch, I am going to take you to the doctor..."

"What? That's not necessary. I have already seen a doctor. He said that my hand will be fine as long as I don't apply any pressure on it for a few days." Molly desperate tried to change Brian's mind. At the same time she regretted faking an injury to draw his attention. She had forgotten that her husband was not a dull-witted man, in fact, he was smarter than most men.

Squinting his eyes at Molly with suspicion, Brian said, "Okay. Then let's just have lunch."

"Oh..." Molly felt like she had dodged a bullet, feeling relieved by the fact that Brian had stopped insisting. But when she saw him eating food without thinking about her, she grew slightly disappointed. She picked up the chopsticks with her left hand and tried to eat the food, but it kept slipping off before she could even bring it close to her mouth.

All the while, Brian carried on eating nonchalantly, failing to notice her struggling. Molly shook her head, criticising him in her heart, 'Why does my husband have to be the least romantic man in the world?

Despite his high IQ, his low EQ isn't going to help keep his own wife happy.' Molly pouted her lips, lost in thoughts.

"Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating?" Brian finally noticed that she hadn't been eaten anything. Brian thoughtfully put some food on her bowl with his chopsticks as he was speaking.