Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 282 Part Mood Swings (Part Two)

Blinking, Molly stared unbelievingly at Eric. It was uncanny how he always appeared just when she needed someone to talk to. He was like her personal genie, she thought to herself with a smile. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

'But what about the flip side to this?' she wondered.

Eric frowned, impatience showing on his handsome features. The vacant look on Molly's face was giving him the jitters. "Hurry up. It's not allowed to park here," he said teasingly, his arm resting on the steering wheel.

"It's embarrassing to get a traffic citation, you know?" he said, smiling wryly at Molly.

As he looked around and pretended to be alarmed, Eric beckoned to Molly.

Shaking her head at Eric's antics, Molly grinned and got inside the car. Staying with Brian depressed her while being with Eric made her feel safe.

Leaning over Molly, Eric fixed her seatbelt before focusing his questioning eyes on her. He noticed her vacant look was gone but she still had an air of dejection. "I received your distress signal so I came looking for you." Eric joked lightly, putting the car in motion.

Molly snorted, rolling her eyes at Eric's preposterous jokes.

She was not as gullible as she was before, so he couldn't fool her.

Eric threw her a sideways glance, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He knew Molly didn't believe him, but he didn't mind. He was in the vicinity because of work and he just happened to notice her on his way back. He didn't believe in coincidences and he was starting to feel like her guardian angel.

Their paths had crossed several times and mostly when she was in distress.

"How about letting me take you out for lunch?" Eric asked seriously.

"As a reward for my consideration," he added with a wink.

His hands tightened on the wheel as he waited expectantly for Molly's answer.

Seeming to think for a minute, Molly finally nodded. She didn't have the heart to refuse him.

Eric took one hand off the wheel and gently ruffled her hair,"Good girl!"

Feeling suddenly piqued at his patronizing tone, Molly glared at Eric.

"Good girl? Forget it!" she gave him a chilling look.

"I'm not a puppy or a kitty!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Eric had no trouble reading her expression.

This was the Molly he knew. She was sad and desperate just a few minutes ago but now she was back to her normal self. Her resilience was outstanding.

However, he was afraid that one day she would have a nervous breakdown

when she couldn't hold everything in anymore.

The car stopped in front of a French restaurant. Eric got out of the car and opened the door for Molly as if she was a princess. He held out his hand and helped her out of the car. Eric handed his keys to the parking valet. For the first time, he noticed Molly's clothes and smiled wryly.

"Well, maybe they won't let you in as you're dressed like this," he said.

Inspecting her from head to toe, Eric's eyes gleamed at her.

Looking down, she grimaced at the sneakers she was wearing.

Then she looked up at the elegant fa?ade of the French restaurant. She couldn't possibly go inside such a chic restaurant dressed in jeans and sneakers!

Eric looked at Molly thoughtfully, stroking his chin with his fingers. Then he grabbed Molly's hands and dragged her forward before she could object.

As soon as they left, a black Mercedes Benz stopped in front of the restaurant.

The door opened and Brian stepped out. He looked devastatingly handsome in an immaculately tailored black suit. Walking over to the passenger seat, he opened the door and gently helped Becky out of the car. "Be careful," he said in a melodious baritone as he led her to the restaurant entrance.

Becky was wearing a delicate pink cashmere skirt with matching top and low-heeled white leather boots. A white cloak covered her shoulders.

"They just got top-grade goose liver paste today. I've asked them to reserve it for you."

Brian held Becky closely, putting her arm in the crook of his arm to support her. "Don't worry. I will hold you, okay?" he told her gently sensing her nervousness.

Becky gnawed her bottom lip anxiously before finally nodding.

"Hello, Mr. Brian Long, Miss Yan."

The manager came out to greet them personally and ushered them to their seats as they were VIP clients. "Mr. Brian Long, the food you ordered has been prepared. May I serve it?"

"Okay," Brian answered coldly.

"You can bring out the Cabernet Sauvignon I left here," he added.

"Okay. Just a moment, please."

The manager replied politely before excusing himself.

"Didn't you drink that bottle of wine?" Becky asked in surprise.

She looked down. Her face clouded.

"No," Brian replied, giving Becky a penetrating look. "I didn't come back here after you left," he said with a trace of displeasure on his cold face. Then he smiled wryly, knowing that she couldn't read his expression.

With downcast eyes, Becky said humbly,"I owe you an apology, Brian."

This was a new side of Becky that he had never seen. She had always been proud and haughty. Looking at her now, he marveled at how much she had changed. He knew he should be pleased. Suddenly an image of Molly's stubborn face flashed in his mind and his lips thinned in anger.

Noticing that Brian was unusually quiet, Becky inclined her head to his direction, looking sorrowful.

"Are you still mad with me, Brian?"

"No." Brian's voice was full of remorse this time.

"I'm angry with myself. It's my fault that you became like this. If I looked for you, this situation could have been averted."

Looking at Becky's sightless eyes, Brian felt guilty.

Becky looked up as she heard the guilt in Brian's voice. Choking back her sadness, she gave him a tremulous smile. "It's not your fault. I'm happy as you're not angry with me." Becky said seriously.

"Even if I don't get back my eyesight, I won't be sad anymore, because I know you'll always be by my side, right?"

Looking at Becky's trusting face, Brian hated himself for hesitating. He didn't comfort her until he saw her anxious look,"I'll stay with you and be your eyes."