Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 249 Photos and Two Snowmen! (Part One)

Brian looked down at Molly, after glancing into her inquiring eyes.

"After we get over with this entire scene, I will let go of you," Brian said in a rather cold tone.

As her eyes flashed with overpowering sadness, Molly dropped her head almost immediately to conceal her feeling. She nodded slightly, to avoid overreacting and pouring out her feelings.

Unable to sense what she was feeling as Molly's face devoid of expression, Brian felt the pangs of disappointment. He turned over to stay on top of her, studying her with his eagle-like gaze. "So Finally, huh? Finally you can leave. You must be feeling excited and zealous right about now, right?" he asked in a tone coated with sarcasm.

Molly looked up at him with her eyes glistening with tears she tried to hold in. Yet there was sense of sadness to be seen. She watched his handsome face in silence, just embracing his tempting smell. She fluttered her long eyelashes, as she grew determined not to answer him simply because she couldn't and didn't want to either.

'Right, after all this time I can finally run away from him. I am supposed to be relieved and happy. So why do I feel so sad instead?' Molly thought to herself.

He was the wrong match for her from the very beginning, she knew she shouldn't fall in love with him, because he was always way too good to her. His perfection, attitude and appearance made it evident enough that he was from another class, a world that was beyond her reach. Their relationship couldn't go anywhere as he was out of her league. Molly knew the truth and had accepted it, but even then she couldn't help feeling depressed.

In reality, Brian didn't treat her all that well. In fact, he always hurt her and then did something to make it up to her. She always romanticized all that he did for her and forgot all the bad aspects. But the honest truth was that Molly truly loved the compensations, the effort and the parts where he was nice to her.

With a mocking smile, Molly turned her face to the side in a bid to look away from the man she loved so very dearly. After all this, maybe leaving Brian was a good choice for her. In that case, maybe her life would go back to normal, before any of this happened again. Even though everything had changed forever, she could at least control her own life.

Brian looked at her silently to try and read her expression. His heart broke just seeing her sad smile. Brian wanted to take his words back about letting her go.

But Becky was all set to return soon. He couldn't let Molly live in the mansion anymore. Irrespective of his feelings for Molly and the other women around him, Brian knew that Becky was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Brian kept chanting to himself that Becky was going to be his wife. It was almost like a bid of self-hypnosis. Yet anger welled up in his heart when he sensed the sadness in Molly's eyes. He could not bear to see her like that. "Why do you look so gloomy and upset? You don't want to leave me now?" Brian asked curiously.

Despite his blunt question, Molly chose to close her eyes and not respond. She was now too weak and sentimental to hide her feelings from his inquiring gaze.

At first Molly thought she was just attracted to his defiance, craved for hugs from him and felt safe and protected when he was around. But it was more than just that. Now before she could realize, Molly grew so attached to him that she was reluctant to leave him. It felt like she was the only one still trapped in this game.

Brian frowned as he watched her lips trembling. He leaned down and now his lips touched hers ever so slightly. "You stupid girl, you really thought you could evade my question, because you can't speak?" he asked in a soft and gentle voice.

As tears began to roll down her cheeks, Molly squeezed her eyes closed harder. She was kind of happy right then that she couldn't speak, so now she could just remain silent for everything he said. And Brian couldn't truly ever replace out how inferior she felt deep down. There was sense of lull and bitterness in the air. Brian pushed himself up and frowned when he saw the wet pillow. He stared at the woman he loved with his intense dark eyes and pursed his lips together with disappointment.

Molly swiftly moved to bury her face in the pillow as it turned red under Brian's gaze. She was sure Brian could see how embarrassed she was right now.

"Just get up!" Brian commanded abruptly. He rolled out of the bed, dressed himself and threw Molly's clothes over to her.

Molly looked at Brian as her eyes were still welling up with tears. She didn't move an inch and instead pressed her lips together.

Brian's face tightened upon seeing her reaction. He stood by the bedside and grew irritated as he looked at Molly's sad face. "We can't sleep anyway. Please just get up!" he said yet again.

Molly got out of the bed slowly with reluctance and grabbed her clothes to change. She seemed like a delicate doll, a toy, who was not allowed to refuse her master's demands.

Within five minutes Molly was dressed. She walked out of the bathroom and felt confused seeing Brian hold her hat and scarf.

Brian was clearly embarrassed. But within a minute he was back to his normal aloofness. He walked up to Molly and put the hat and scarf on her. Before she could refuse, he dragged Molly out of there. But even before they could step outside, Brian remembered something suddenly as grabbing Molly's cold hands. He loosed his grip and ran in a hurry towards the walk-in closet.