Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 95

Molly couldn't see their faces clearly, as the piano was blocking her vision. However, she could still recognize them through their blurry figures.

Steven, who was talking to the other man, didn't notice them looking at him at all. He wasn't any better than the other man in his outward appearance, yet the look on his face was more composed and sharper than usual.

Brian still held the glass in his hand and tapped his other hand on the table. His black eyes were filled with coldness and indifference, and his face was covered by a shade of cruelty that would tear any man's wounds into pieces.

Molly bit her lips heavily and her teeth cut her skin, but she ignored the taste of blood in her mouth. After a while, she fluttered her eyelids and forced herself to move her gaze back onto Brian's cold face. She ground her teeth, and asked, "Brian, do you feel satisfied now that my most painful memories have been unravelled in front of you?"

Brian stared at her sad face with a chilly gaze. He didn't feel as happy as he had expected, and instead, the same distress he had felt some moments ago in the car emerged in his heart again. He frowned at that strange feeling, and he suppressed it immediately.

"Molly, like I told you earlier as well, you stay at my side until I get tired of you, and I will settle down the thing that happened in the past to your father in return, " Brian told her with a cold face. No sign of any emotion could be heard in his voice, or seen on his face.

Molly's nose twitched with sorrow, and she wanted to escape from that feeling of being strangled or choked. However, she knew that there was no way out, and she had no other choice but to face it.

She lowered her head and softly licked the blood on her lips, the taste of which mingled with bitterness and spread in her mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows, and slowly replied, "I don't want to do that."

"Why? Don't you want to help with your father?" Brian asked as he sipped his wine, with his eyes still closely focused on her face. His words felt so cold that the air between them seemed to freeze, and she found it difficult to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up and met Brian's eyes. "It was so many years ago, and now my father has endured it long enough. It left so many regrets in his life, but now, it's no longer the focus of it. Brian, I will leave you at the end of the month and I won't become your plaything."

Brian replied with a laugh. He put his glass on the table, and asked, "You really want to get away from me?"

"Of course!" Molly answered firmly. She had felt confused and fearful before, but after she saw that man sitting opposite to her father, she suddenly felt as if her mind had become clearer. She continued to say, "However, in the days left, I'll stay at your side obediently."

Brian still wore the same smile on his face, and the mysterious look on that handsome face contained imperceptible implications in it. His sharp eyes hadn't moved a bit from Molly, and all those expressions on her face hadn't escaped his notice.