Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 41 Who Was The Man

"Edgar... I want water..."

Molly uttered and managed to open her eyes a little bit. Through the narrow gaps between her eyelids, she indistinctly saw a hand with long and slim fingers holding a glass of water. Molly's eyes glimmered with thirst as she stared at the glass. But weakness had overpowered her due to sickness and body pains, so she wasn't able to make any movement, but just faintly looked at the glass. Hazily, she noticed that the hand which seemed to hold the glass grasped it so tightly that the bones of its knuckles had become clearly visible.

Brian calmly looked at the woman in his arms, devoid of any emotions on his face. However, deep inside his eyes, fury was beginning to grow.

"Water..." Molly gathered up all of her strength to raise her voice. She was very thirsty and uncomfortable and at the same time, she felt like her body was burning.

But Brian didn't budge, he stayed still. After a while, a cold grin slowly formed on his lips while his face retained that poker expression. Molly feebly raised her hand, which was injected with the intravenous drip, to grab the glass of water herself. But Brian quickly passed the glass to his other hand which was holding Molly's shoulder, and then took hold of her hand.

"Water...give...me..." Molly moaned in anger. Her voice cracked. Feeling extremely dizzy in her weakened state, she wasn't afraid or scared of anything. All she could think about was the water to quench her thirst so she seemingly acted childish like a girl.

Frustrated, Molly's face got bright red because of anger, just like a kid who was deprived of a candy. Her childish look did not escape Brian's deep eyes. His eyes sparkled with a hint of delight as he thought that her look was kind of cute.

Brian couldn't help but smile, yet he still didn't give Molly the glass of water. With all her energy exhausted, Molly fell sound asleep again...

Brian placed Molly carefully back on the bed, took a cotton bud and dipped it in the glass of water. Then, he rubbed the cotton bud on her pale lips to moisten them. Molly instinctively stuck out her tongue and greedily licked the water drops on her lips. Brian looked at her lips with great fascination as his eyes began to burn with lust.

Suddenly, his phone rang and broke the silence of the room. However, Brian paid no attention to the call and just kept on dipping the cotton bud in water and dabbing it on Molly's lips. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her lips as he looked at them hungrily. Brian smiled playfully when he recalled the memory when Becky had a fever once... He did the same thing: he also moisturized her lips with a cotton bud. And Becky also licked out her tongue to sip the water on her lips.

With Becky's memory on his mind, Brian suddenly paused for a moment. The tender smile on his face instantly faded away. He stared at Molly with anger in his eyes and then furiously dropped the glass on the table and threw away the cotton bud. Unwilling to stay there for another second, Brian turned around and left the room, leaving Molly lying on the bed uncomfortably.

As soon as Brian opened the door, he saw Tony standing outside the room. Tony was about to knock on the door but it opened all of a sudden followed by Brian coming out of the room. He then instantly moved aside and gave way to Brian.

"Mr. Long. Harrow is waiting for you now," Tony said peacefully and politely as he usually did.

Brian didn't respond and went straight to his study. He walked steadily while emanating a cold, unapproachable aura from his body.

Feeling Brian's enraged mood, Tony curiously threw a glance at the door of Molly's bedroom before turning away to go to the study. Following Brian's footsteps, Tony glanced at the arrogant and lonely

back in front of him. He wondered whether this could be counted as the first time that Mr. Long had delayed his important work for something quite insignificant.

While Tony was still immersed in his thoughts, he had already followed Brian into the study. Inside, a man who wore a black Western suit was sitting cross-legged on a chair, with a relaxed smile on his face. When the man saw Brian and Tony come in, he slowly stood up from the chair and greeted," Mr. Long!" Harrow Su greeted in a casual but polite voice. He was thirty years old and older than Brian, but he respected and greatly admired Brian despite of their age difference. In fact, he wasn't the type of person who would be willing to work for anyone easily, but, when he met Brian, he had changed his mind and decided to work for him. This decision might have been impossible for him before they had met.

Harrow never regretted his decision because he always found it exciting and challenging to work for Brian. Every day, he lived his life at full throttle as Brian made sure that there were always interesting games waiting for him.He was very thrilled every time he received an instruction from Brian.Needless to say, he enjoyed it very much.

Well, at least it was much more interesting than starting his own business. Harrow felt his blood boiling with excitement at every mission.

"Harrow," Brian responded calmly. He sat opposite to Harrow and asked," How's everything going in America?" Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Like you've expected, everyone there stomped their feet in great fury!" Harrow replied. He burst out in laughter and continued," But what a pity, we didn't make them go bankrupt and be liquidated."

A mocking smile crept across Harrow's stern face by each word he said. He raised his head at an angle and casually glanced at Brian as he wanted to say something more. But then, he was surprised

to find that Brian wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying but instead, Brian's eyes were fixated elsewhere.

He followed the direction of Brian's gaze which rested on a photo on Brian's desk. Everyone who had worked closely with Brian knew that he always had Becky Yan's photo in each of his offices and studies wherever they might be.

But this was the first time that Harrow had seen Brian shift his attention away when he was talking about work with anyone.With that on his mind, Harrow moved his eyes to look at Tony, who was standing beside Brian quietly, only to find that Tony was also furrowing his brows. Tony's reaction made Harrow more curious. While Harrow was indulging himself in his thoughts, he suddenly heard Brian's low and deep voice," Do you know anyone named Edgar

?"