Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 760

When the bartender returned, he saw the flustered woman nearly knocked out. Unsurprised, he shook his head. He had met dozens of people like Molly. For him, though, making money was the priority.

"Are you drunk?"

There was no response from Molly. "You really can't hold your liquor, can you?" The bartender asked, studying her inebriated condition.

"The moment I first saw you, I knew that you rarely came to the bar." Letting out a tired sigh, he opened Molly's purse and unlocked her cellphone. When he read through the contact lists, the first name he saw was 'Asshole', at which the bartender laughed before calling it.

On the table, Brian's cell phone vibrated while he stood before the window, a cigarette in his hand. There was a bit of smoke surrounding him in the darkness.

The cell phone did not stop vibrating. After a while, Brian turned and entered the room. Grabbing the cell phone on the table, he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray and looked at the caller ID. Although it was not a familiar number, he already had a feeling that it was Molly.

His eyes grew darker. Right before the ringing ended, he picked up the call, and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" came a strange man's voice, where a noisy sound in the background could be heard.

"Who is this?" asked Brian, realizing something was amiss.

Frightened by Brian's cold voice, the bartender looked at Molly who was beyond wasted and said, "The owner of the cell phone is too drunk to go home by herself. This is the Lonely Bar. Could you please come and get her?"

When the situation dawned on him, Brian's eyebrows creased. Despite being furious, he maintained a calm voice, "Could you tell me the address again?"

"Lonely Bar!" the bartender repeated. "It's just on the street near the apartment block of Kylin Street," he elaborated.

"I'll be there in half an hour!"

With that, Brian hung up the phone and went to his bedroom to get changed. Not even five minutes later, he dashed outside and got into his car.

Within moments of driving, the villa fell out of sight as he headed to the Downtown.

Unable to contain his anger, he hit the steering wheel. 'That woman actually went to the bar by herself, and even got drunk!' he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, an oblivious Molly slept on the bar. Holding an empty glass, she kept muttering, "Another one, please,"

"Miss, you can't have another one," the bartender responded. The voice who answered his call was as cold as the weather that night. Perhaps he was an influential man that ought not to be annoyed, and this worried the bartender. He did not want to offend someone just because he wanted to earn a few extra tips during that shift.

"Let me drink," Molly kept whispering.

But the next moment, her mood shifted, and then she was choking her sobs, "Brian, you're such a jerk. Why didn't you stop me from leaving? I can't do it. I can't forget about you.

Even when you don't love me anymore."

Regardless of the amount of times Molly whimpered in her seat on the bar, the bartender ignored her and just shook his head.

Outside the bar, the sound of a car's abrupt brakes caught the attention of the people.

The tall figure of Brian Long appeared at the entrance of the Lonely Bar. Cold wind swept his short hair, as he looked around. His facial expression was unreadable.

Before entering the establishment, he checked its name to make sure he was in the right place. Once at the entrance, he surveyed the room for a familiar face. It didn't take him long before he saw the slim figure knocked out by the bar counter.

In a few long strides, he walked towards Molly. Watching the drunk woman, Brian pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. After putting down a couple of big notes on the bar, he pulled up the drunk woman and carried her in his arms.

"Mmm... you came," Molly mumbled. Sulking, Brian dragged her out of the bar while avoiding every look that came in their direction.

There was no doubt that she was drunk. Yet, in an unfortunate way, she was alert enough to hear his next words.

"There's only one woman who deserves my love.

That woman is Ling," Brian's face grew colder, if that was even possible. "I know that." At that moment, Molly was beginning to faint. She stared at him with droopy eyes. She smirked, and shook her head weakly. "It doesn't matter that you don't love me. It has nothing to do with my love for you. But let me tell you. I won't give you up." Molly tried her best to keep her eyes open. "I'll let you love me again, just as deep as you did before." Her voice grew smaller and smaller, until finally, her eyes closed, and all that could be heard was her labored breath.

Brian looked at her beautiful sleeping face. At a loss for words, he allowed himself to drop the cold look.

"Brian. I'm sorry.

I can't... go without you..." the woman whispered in her sleep.

With knitted eyebrows, Brian stared at her face for as long as time permitted him.

"I'm sorry... Please, don't leave me." And as she continued to murmur the words that she kept close to her heart, tears escaped from her eyes.

Closing his eyes, Brian restrained himself from hugging the woman, from comforting her, as he did not want to wake her up.

It was torture. Seeing Molly in such a state made him feel so vulnerable.

"You do not know how much hardship I've experienced. I'm sorry."

Her voice disappeared again after another apology. Looking at Molly's sleeping face, all of Brian's logic left the room.

Slowly, he bent down towards her, and in a moment he wished he could freeze, touched his lips with hers which still had the vague taste of wine.