Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 881 Mol's Sweet Marriage Life (Part Two)

"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.

It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. But as soon as he asked the question, Molly snapped at him in an instant, "How can I eat with my left hand?"

Brian looked at her apprehensively, with eyes opened wide, having realized how thoughtless he had been.

Molly sat there with a hopeful expression on her face, waiting for Brian to finally feed her, but to her surprise, the man stood up and walked away from the table.

Baffled, Molly's jaw dropped to the floor leaving her scrambling to make sense of what had happened. She mumbled under her breath, "Why can't he ever act like a normal husband?"

Before long, Brian returned to the table with a spoon in his hand. Placing the spoon in her left hand, he said in a caring tone, "This will be more useful. I'm sorry I wasn't being thoughtful." Then the man carried on chomping down his food without a care in the world. Molly buried her face in her hand, shaking her head in disbelief and exasperation. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt like she had fallen into a pit of her own making. If she hadn't done all of this to test him, she wouldn't be in this situation right now. Molly wondered whether she had been too wishful to expect something romantic to come out of her battle-hardened man. Her carefully schemed plan blew up in her face, leaving her knee deep in a puddle of disappointment.

Feeling distressed by the negative thoughts in her mind, she idly poked at the rice in her bowl without eating anything, seemingly lacking an appetite. She didn't know why she felt so needy, after all, Brian loved her and cared for her. Unfortunately, her need for love and attention was something all women felt. The moment she saw another man do something heartfelt for his lover, she would expect the same from her man regardless of the occasion.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. In order to vent her anger, she kept poking the rice, as if the rice was to blame for her disappointments. At the same time, she kept grumbling to herself in a very low voice.

"What are you saying?"

"Huh?" Molly didn't come to herself until she heard Brian's voice. All of a sudden, she raised her head with a shocked expression on her face. She noticed that she somehow spread the rice all over the table leaving her bowl at the center of a circle, in her absent- mindedness. Unfortunately, that wasn't the true extent of her distraction. When she found that her right hand had somehow stretched above the table, the corners of her mouth began quivering continuously.

Brian glanced over her right hand, squinting his eyes at the bandage that was barely holding up. Then he looked at Molly's face.

"Well... I..." Molly was at a loss for words. She wished she could just vanish into thin air with a snap of her fingers. Finally, she just put the spoon down and said, "I made an appointment with the obstetrician for antenatal care. I'm going. You should get back to work. I'm not bothering you any more..."

She stood up and gathered her belongings, intending to leave the restaurant.

"Let me drive you to there." Brian put down the chopsticks and stood up to leave with her.

"Well, that's unnecessary," Molly said. In a hurry, she shook her right hand in disapproval, too distracted by her worries to notice that the bandage on her hand was coming off.

If only she could dig a hole on the ground and bury her head in it. She realized she wasn't good at playing games and the best thing for her to do right now was to leave with whatever dignity she had left.

Looking at Molly with a smug smirk on his face, Brian picked up her cotton-padded coat from the backrest of the chair and helped her put it on. He leaned in next to her ears and whispered, "If you really can't move your hand, I will feed you until you've had enough." He paused, waiting for her to come clean. When he realized that wasn't going to happen, he sighed and continued, "Please don't ever pretend to be injured, you know I get worried about you. Okay? Mol?"

"I..."

"Hush!" Brian looked at her with eyebrows raised, this time he gave her a sweet smile to relieve her senses. After removing the remaining bandage from Molly's right hand, he took her hand and walked out of the fast food restaurant. Standing outside the restaurant, he said, "You didn't eat anything. Let's have something to eat at a quiet place. I will accompany you to go to the hospital in the afternoon."

"Don't you have work to do?" Molly asked.

Brian didn't answer. He opened the car door, hinting at her to get inside. When Molly was getting inside, he answered, "I've just finished settling something. I've got some free time now. I think work can wait while I accompany my wife and our baby to go see the doctor." Molly felt her heart melt in an instant. Sitting on the front passenger seat and watching Brian get in the car brought a big grin to her face. 'The downside to marrying a smart husband is that you can never fool him, but the good thing is that he will always be the first to figure out what you are thinking,' she thought to herself.

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