Love Began with the First Meeting

Molly stared at him silently. His face was neither cold nor soft. Instead, it looked casual. Only his thin lips under his high nose
and thick black eyelashes seemed to portray his indifference.
Molly watched him sleep, and a strange feeling suddenly flashed through her mind: he was as quiet as a kid!
She quickly frowned, and sneered at such an improper comparison. Then she disapprovingly curled her lips and looked away.
However, after a while, she looked at him again, and his calm and peaceful face suddenly reminded her of the warm embrace
she had been in yesterday...
Her eyelashes fluttered, and slowly, her eyes turned blank and perplexed. It seemed like she had several complex emotions
towards that man-- grudges, fears, annoyance, resistance, even submission... Sometimes, she even felt like he had captured her
heart.
Molly tried to recall yesterday's events, but she failed to remember how she got out of the staircases. All she remembered was
that warm, powerful embrace had carried her upstairs and she had managed to fall asleep. She had been extremely
overwhelmed at that time and the person had felt familiar.
She thought, 'Brian, I can't understand the kind of person you are! You treated me so cruelly and then you turn into this gentle
man who takes my breath away.'
She pressed her lips together, and fell into her deep thought. Another vague memory flashed through her mind; he seemed to
have kissed her with furious eyes. She blinked her eyes, totally absorbed in her thoughts. Her weakness could still be seen in
her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, they were met with a sharp gaze.
"Ow!"
Taken aback by his severe gaze, Molly wanted to move away from Brian but her wound ached again and her whole face twisted.
Brian slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, and said in a cold tone, "I'm surprised that you can feel the pain."
Molly curled her lips at his words, and moved her gaze towards another side. Feeling uncomfortable with his mockery, she
murmured her retort, "Of course I can! I'm not a doll, am I?"
Her faint grumble in a muffled and hoarse voice flowed into Brian's ears, and the smile on his face became bigger, with less
indifference and more relief in it.

"What happened yesterday?" he then asked in a sullen tone.
Molly felt the coldness in his words which allowed no refusal. She pressed her lips tightly and looked away. Then she replied
sulkily, "It's nothing serious!"
"Nothing serious?" Brian repeated in a raised voice. He sneered, and decided not to ask anymore. Tony had told him what had
happened yesterday, although he felt that Steven had concealed something from them.
'Humph, poor guy!'
Brian sneered in his mind, and thought, 'He used to be such a big cheese, but now he has to lead such a humble life! I'm curious
what he thinks on seeing his daughter like this!'
Molly felt breathless in the suddenly tense atmosphere. She gritted her teeth and took a quick glance at Brian, and looked away
again when she met his sharp gaze.
Suddenly, a rumble of hunger broke the silence in the room.
Molly froze for a second, and then her pale face immediately flushed because of embarrassment. She pressed her lips together,
and felt somewhat relieved: thanks to her bending posture and her tilted head, Brian couldn't see the embarrassed look on her
face directly.
However, Brian managed to read her mind, and a sly smile appeared on his face. He coldly said, "Now that you're already
awake, let's get back!"
'Go back where?'
The question flashed through Molly's mind and her heart sank. She could still feel the burning pain on her face. The slaps had
landed not only on her face but also on her heart.
"Okay, " she slowly replied.
Then she told herself, 'I am already half a 'bitch', let me be a complete one. I need to obey my 'professional ethics'!'
Her sullen voice was like a pebble dropping into Brian's mind. He slightly frowned at her, feeling uncomfortable with her obedient
answer.

After the attending physician of the surgery department examined Molly again, they finally left the hospital together. Sitting in
Brian's car, Molly looked out the window. The morning sunbeam had covered the streets, and commuters were passing by
hurriedly. Although they all lived busy lives every day, they were fortunate enough in Molly's eyes.
It seemed that Brian was also a busy man, because he started to work on his laptop after he got in the car. His slender fingers
continued to click on the keyboard, and the light sound in the narrow space bathing in sunshine was pleasing to Molly's ears.
She withdrew her gaze from outside and looked at him. His lips were pressed together, and his eyes were focused on the
screen. Molly then glanced at the screen. There was a chart of red and green lines crossing together. Although Molly didn't know
it well, she knew it was the stock market quotation.
She suddenly realized that she had never known exactly what kind of job he did. She only knew that he was very busy, and she
could only see him when he was free and in a playful mood!
She lowered her head, and thought, 'Half the month has gone by since I left home. Another fortnight, and I'll be able to go back...'
"Are you thinking you'll be back home soon?"
Brian's cold voice suddenly broke the silence. Molly, deep in her thoughts, quickly snapped out of her trance and stared at him.
When she met his deep and serene eyes, her face immediately turned pale.