Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 625 Undying Love (Part One)

Every relationship would have its beautiful and special moments. Intimacy would feel eternal, and nothing outside of that bubble could ruin it. Alas, these sweet moments do not always promise happy endings. Likewise, how relationships end would not define the kind of connection that was shared between the involved parties. Neither do the bad and tough times. Love, remains to be quite a complicated mystery.

When Molly couldn't trace the location of the ring anymore, she came back to her senses. Her face stiffened, as did her entire body. Her eyes grew wide as the consequences of her recklessness finally dawned on her. She turned around, and in great haste, exited the bedroom. She hastened down the stairs, rushing out of the villa without realizing that she wasn't wearing her shoes.

Brian Long, who was coincidentally walking out of the study, caught sight of her as she bolted out of the door. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink, and her eyes - they were filled with urgency and panic. Her mind was obviously elsewhere as she left the door open. Brian frowned and crossed his arms. Her actions intrigued him. Unconsciously, he thought about following her outside. It was a quick minute of debate with himself before he decided against it.

As Molly entered the backyard, she looked straight at her bedroom window. Based on the angle at which she threw the ring, she estimated where it could have possibly fallen. The wind blew past the elevated grass in the moonlight. It was only at that moment when she noticed that she was barefoot, feeling the grass tickle her feet. Ignoring it, she pursed her lips in determination and began looking around. With a lawn as meticulously developed as theirs, she had just set herself up with a difficult task of finding a small yet precious ring. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

She continued to look painstakingly in the grass for a small round object, but it was futile in the natural light of the moon. Disappointed, Molly stood up-straight with a mild backache and tightly knitted eyebrows. Her Plan A to retrieve the ring wasn't working. After a moment of contemplation, she lit up as an idea came to her. She ran back into the villa, up the second floor and into her bedroom. When she found her phone on the bed, she grabbed it and descended once again, heading for the backyard. Molly was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't even notice Brian who had been quietly sitting at the bar counter.

Brian narrowed his eyes and put down the glass of wine on the counter. He could not contain his curiosity anymore and with a hand in his trouser pocket, followed her out of the villa. Once outside, he surveyed the surroundings but Molly was nowhere to be seen. He raised an eyebrow and looked on either side of the house. When he was positive that Molly wasn't anywhere in front of the house, he turned the corner and decided to check behind. He was beginning to get anxious and worried. That was, until he heard some rustling and saw a bright light emitting in the backyard. Quietly, he gazed inside and found the woman he had been looking for.

Molly had her back uncomfortably arched as she examined every inch of the lawn. This time, she used her phone's flashlight to see better in the dark. She was on her knees with squinted eyes, unaware of the sharp ones that were staring right at her.

She wore a magenta silk nightgown. Her long hair swayed freely across her shoulders and down her back, going where the wind blew, and she couldn't care less. Even when she seemed busy, engrossed in an activity he had yet to comprehend, she looked beautiful. Brian found her to be like an angel at work in the moonlight.

"Where did it go?" Molly muttered anxiously. More than half an hour had passed. She still couldn't find the ring.

Molly sat on her legs on the grass, looking dejected. She wanted to cry again, but then she realized, that she was fresh out of tears. 'Why did I have to be so impulsive?' Molly thought regretfully. 'I really wish I didn't throw it away just like that.' The ring looked like it cost a fortune. Even if she didn't feel the need to wear it anymore, keeping it would have given her far more value in the future than tossing it away as she had done earlier. The ring could have been useful if she ever had to face a financial crisis.

The thought didn't lighten her mood at all. In fact, she felt more frustrated and annoyed with herself. She really needed to learn how to control her temper someday. It had already brought her more trouble than she could handle.

Molly shook her head and ignored the negative thoughts that made her feel worse. She knelt again and resumed looking for the cursed ring that landed her in this situation in the first place. She was going to find that ring even if she had to turn the backyard upside down and inside out.

Brian inadvertently drew attention to himself as he stepped forward into the backyard. The soles of his shoes crushed the grass beneath him, producing a crisp sound that broke not only the silence, but Molly's concentration along with it. Startled, Molly jolted in reaction. She turned her head slowly. Behind her was the last man she wanted to see at the moment. Upon seeing Brian, she stood up hastily and wiped her knees. She looked flustered, her bright eyes fixated on his approaching form.

Watching her fix herself caused him to soften his stare. "What are you looking for?" he asked in a flat voice.

"No-nothing," she stuttered nervously. Her heart was in her throat. Molly wished she were anywhere but in the backyard with him. She dreaded being caught and having to explain. More so, the fight that would ensue because of her recklessness.

The moon seemed gigantic from the backyard. Their shadows were visible on the lawn, and Molly decided to look at them instead. Brian looked around casually, a frown forming on his face.

Molly's heart sank further. She could almost hear her own heartbeats. She, too, looked around surreptitiously, her eyes thick with desperation and sadness. "I'm going back to my room," she said calmly before he could ask any questions.

With her phone's flashlight facing the way, Molly passed by Brian towards the villa with pursed lips. Watching her retreating figure, Brian stood there like a helpless, soulless zombie.

"Mol..." Brian's deep, magnetic voice rang in the quiet night, an endless love concealed carefully in his tone. Being vulnerable was never his strong suit.

Molly stopped in her tracks, looking into the distance. Where she was looking precisely, she didn't know. And it didn't matter. The only thing she was concerned about right now was how much her heart ached in his presence. And now, hearing him call her Mol made her unable to move. 'Molly, didn't you tell yourself to get over Brian?' she reprimanded herself. 'Then, why the tears? What's all this pain for? Why are you even stopping?'0000