Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 10

"You. You were here last night, weren't you? " With his chin lifted up, Eric glanced meaningfully at the door she had just closed.

"No..." Molly replied without a second thought. Embarrassed, she gritted her teeth and looked at the man standing in front of her, who seemed to give off a powerful aura. She suddenly turned around and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

Eric stared at Molly's back as she ran away and smiled slightly. After she had turned a corner and vanished out of sight, he turned around and, scrutinizing the closed door, rang the doorbell.

After a couple of minutes, Brian opened the door clad in his bathrobe.He wore a sulky expression and his brows were furrowed. Without a word of greeting to his visitor, he turned around and walked back, cold and distant.

"You don't look too good. Are you sick?" A concerned Eric asked as he walked into the room.

"No!" Brian replied shortly in his deep voice and stroke into the bathroom.

A few moments later, he came out wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt complimented by a sky blue tie with dark lines. He had a remarkable build, complete with wide shoulders and a strong chest, and his dominating confidence that seemed to place the world at his feet, coupled with his dazzling dressing sense, made him look even more handsome than before.

"Oh, by the way, I just saw a girl in her bathrobe coming out of your room. Since when do you fall for the simple and innocent type?" Eyeing him playfully, he continued,"Speaking of simple and innocent girls, don't you think she kind of looks like Becky at first glance?"

The sentence seemed to stir something as Brian's eyes narrowed. The veins in his temple throbbed and something flickered behind his eyes. Last night, he had thought of that girl as Becky!

As he pondered, his expression seemed more and more unreadable, and his eyes seemed to deepen further into a bottomless well. "That girl! How dare she break into his room and sneak away the next morning!"

Since when... did Eric want to take away everything that he liked?

Eric went after him, and staring at Brian's back, he cried out in desperation, seemingly to prove a point: "I do like Becky! I've always liked her!"

His roar echoed in the corridor, but Brian didn't stop even though he heard him. What did he care if Eric liked Becky or not. The whole thing wasn't about him at all. It was entirely about Becky.

The pain that slid into his eyes made them look like black diamonds. Striding into the elevator, he jabbed a button and shoved his hands into his pockets, coldly staring at the descending floor count.

From that moment onwards, everyone's fates were in flux. They had changed and were still changing. For all the hide and seek they played, for all the dodges they made, their ending was still unclear and their path inevitable. Things were far from finished.