Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 163 A Smile With Multiple Meanings (Part One)

"Is it because of Little Molly?"

After hearing what Eric said, Brian cast him an infernal look.

Anger looked like hot lava boiling deep within his system, which churned beneath, hungry for destruction. The palpable pressure of the raging sea threatened to erupt at any time.

For a moment, the vicious darkness of the tumult felt as though it swallowed and possessed him whole. When he finally emerged from the dark murderous moment, he retorted,"What do you think it is?"

The question, asked in a tone so menacingly calm was enough to send home the message for both Eric and Molly. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Eric's hand holding the glass of wine suddenly tightened at Brian's words. He pretended the air of detachment, but in reality, he wondered whether to divulge Becky's current situation to Brian.

When their eyes locked, neither Brian nor Eric was willing to look away. It was as if they were battling a sort of contest with their glare. Both men watched each other. You'd think their heads were transparent, and each could see objects sitting inches behind the opponent's skull. Their gazes turned the adversary's stomach every bit like stumbling on a cold body in the dead of night. Their long looks spoke bitterness and more of their possessive infatuations with Molly.

"That's good if you will not regret what you've done." Eric burst into sudden laughter after he finished his words. It was imprudent laughter, in stark contrast to perceptible malice written over his face. He anticipated what would happen next.

Was that what his cousin called 'love'? So much for that!

Holding a pot of freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice in her hand, Molly hid in the kitchen. She felt somewhat strange. It seemed there always was a strained atmosphere between Brian and Eric

whenever she was in the kitchen cooking.

Who was the woman that Eric was talking about?

The hand holding the pot of juice tightened its grip. Her mind turned into a ballroom of thoughts dancing and bouncing around. She fought hard to keep herself focused, but failed.

For a moment she got utterly lost in contemplation. She was only startled out of the daydreaming when a face abruptly zoomed into her sight.

"Ah!"

she screamed and backed away before she recognized the face as Eric's. But in shock she had moved awkwardly, tripping over in the process.

Swift and steady, Eric grabbed her free arm in one hand and reached for the pot of juice with the other. "What's going on?" he asked, teasing. "You act as if you had seen a ghost."

"No, not a ghost, just a nuisance!" Molly said petulantly, still recovering from shock.

As she spoke, Molly shook off Eric's hand, and turned a stern eye on him, before storming out of the kitchen. Had he ironed out whatever issues he and Brian had been talking about only a few minutes back?

There was no sign of Brian at the small bar where she had left the two men when she went to the kitchen.

"Where is he?" she wondered, scared and confused. She was sure that she had heard his voice. Was she hallucinating? Didn't Brian come back actually?

"Brian has gone back to his study to deal with some business affairs," Eric explained in an easy-going tone, standing behind her.

Looking back at him Molly snapped in retort,"Never mind!"

With a shrug, Eric didn't say anything more. He turned his eyes towards the study on the second floor as if thinking over something. Then he looked back at the pot of juice in Molly's hand, and asked with an odd hint,"Why don't you send it up to Brian?"

Ignoring the sarcastic tone, Molly filled two glasses of juice, gave one to Eric, and took the second up to the study.

With a sip of the juice in his hand, Eric knitted his brow in spite of himself. He looked up at Molly, whose petite figure swayed with fluid, graceful movements. He was blown away as always. Somehow, he didn't want her to get near Brian. He had to resist an urge to stop her. "Little Molly," he couldn't help calling.

At the stairs, Molly stopped and looked back at him. And she felt curious, seeing the way he twisted his eyebrows. It was apparent he wanted to say something. She frowned and asked cautiously,"What do you want to say?"

The look in Molly's eyes was pure, translucent and alluring, which was much like Becky's, or even better. When Eric tried to raise the glass for another sip, his hand stopped midway, against his will. It took him a few moments to compose himself again. Returning to his trademark cynical expression, he shrugged and answered,"Nothing."

A stern look on her face, Molly, glowered at him before she spun her heel and went upstairs.

Keeping eyes on her back as she climbed the stairs, Eric sensed something eating at his heart. And it was very uncomfortable!

In the study, Brian was busy on the phone, talking to Shawn, who was calling from QY Island. A cold sneer appeared on Brian's face as he listened to Shawn's praise for Aaron's decisiveness and ruthlessness when dealing with his enemies. The game on QY Island had just begun. He would go there himself once Wing's concert was over.

Right after he hung up, Brian heard a knock at the door. With his eyes still focused on the photo on his desk, which he had been staring at from the beginning of the call, he answered in a low voice,"Come in."

Gently, Molly pushed the door open. This was her second time into Brian's study. Last time when she had been in the study, Brian had taken her for the first time ever since she came to the villa. She really became his woman after that. He had been mad as a woken dragon and the sex had been rough and painful.

By instinct, Molly's lips tightened at the memory of that first time. She was not as conservative as those women who would die defending their virginity. She just felt uncomfortable about it. But she wasn't entirely angry, neither at herself nor at Brian. In any case, she had only slept with Brian. She had only one man, and that was Brian!

Besides, what really impressed her mind about this study was the photo on the desk. It was a photo of a woman, who looked very like herself.