Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 65 Oh, Brian….It Hurts (Part One)

When Eric entered the staircase, Brian's car was sliding into the hospital compound. Tony stopped the car and held the door open for his boss.

Brian got out. He had looked frightening and gloomy at the club, but here, even though his face was long as a fiddle, his presence was less threatening and pressurizing.

Brian stood by the car with both hands in his trouser pockets and waited for Tony who was talking to the hospital authority on the phone. Tony frowned slightly, and, hanging up, respectfully told Brian," Miss Xia left a few minutes after she came into the ward. The nurse on the seventh floor saw her entering the staircase."

Brian slightly knitted his eyebrows thoughtfully, and ordered,"She must be in the hospital. Find her right away!"

"Yes, sir!" Tony replied and ran to the central control room of the hospital at once.

Brian stood still as the sunset shone upon his tall and straight figure. The bright half looked like a warm, lovely angel, and the darker one seemed like a cold-blooded devil. Even as two extreme opposites, his bright half and his dark one coexisted with each other in harmony.

He simply stood there for a long while. Those who passed by were wondering why he was standing there, but they looked away after just a glance at him. He had that sort of personality. People couldn't help wondering why they were afraid of this man who looked half like an angel.

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Molly opened her red and vacant eyes widely. She was completely immersed in her sorrows and was unaware of the wound in her back cracking again, or the blood staining her clothes.

She didn't feel pain or anything. She just sat on the cold step with a pale face.

All of a sudden, she heard the sound of footsteps from upstairs, which seemed kind of weird in such a silent staircase, but with everything else on her mind, it didn't seem to freak her out!

Eric stopped when he caught sight of Molly. He looked at her and frowned slightly.

He hadn't seen her face clearly on the screen, but now, when he saw her up-close, she looked nothing like the cunning girl who had ridiculed him several days ago. She had totally lost her spine and passion.

Instead of her usual hedgehog self, she was like a dying wild flower surrounded by despair and sorrow.

Eric slowly walked down the steps and approached Molly. He half squatted down, stared at her confusedly and pityingly, asked,"Molly, what are you doing here?"

She didn't reply and just blinked her eyes powerlessly with a poker face.

Eric frowned slightly and called,"Little Molly?"

She was still completely unresponsive. She seemed to have lost all her consciousness. Only her body was there.

Eric wrinkled his brows, and raised his voice. "Molly! Talk to me!" He was so scared when he saw her face horribly pale even in the dark staircase.

Molly weakly blinked her eyes and then looked up at Eric with a lifeless face. He knew her thoughts had been far away and she hadn't heard a word of what he had said.

With more wrinkles on his brows, Eric shook his hands in front of her eyes. To his surprise, she did not respond. The sight seemed to trouble him and he bent down to get her up.

He stopped and backed off when he touched something wet and sticky on her back. He looked at the blood on his hand and then found her back bleeding. He was grieved, and shouted,"Damn it, your

wound is cracked again. Don't you know that?"

Eric held her in his arms, carefully keeping away from her wound, and turned towards the exit of the staircase.

Lying in his arms, Molly felt so warm. She felt safe and at ease when Eric was here with her. Her vast and hazy nerve was relieved as she had finally found a harbor safe to enter and rely on.

The harbor was kind of familiar, and she seemed accustomed to it.

By instinct, she rubbed her face against Eric's chest for warmness. With closed mouth and lackluster eyes, she rubbed several times and then closed her eyes when she found a good place to bury her face.

Seeing this, Eric paused at once and motionlessly stared at her beautiful face for a while, and then sighed deeply with peculiar expressions in his eyes.

It was very dark in the staircase so he hadn't been able to see her face clearly. Now, in the light, he saw that part of her face was red and swollen. Obviously, she had been slapped. 'Who did this? Why?' he pondered.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, Molly groaned in a low voice. There was a deep frown on her face which was terribly pale under the light of the incandescent lamps. Even though she was still dizzy in Eric's warm embrace, she had regained some consciousness briefly and began to feel the pain in her back. It hurt so badly that she fell into a coma again.

Her groan pulled Eric back to reality. He came to himself and continued to move forward. When he saw a nurse, he ordered briefly,"Arrange a ward and inform surgery's attending physician!"

"Yes, Mr. Long!" The nurse took a fast look at Molly who was already in a coma and then ran to fulfill his orders.

The order had come from Eric, so both the ward and the doctor were ready very soon. They had little contact with him, but almost everyone knew about him. He had a double degree from Harvard, at the same age as university students. They knew it wasn't easy to get along well with him.

Eric crossed his arms over his sturdy chest, and leaned against the wall, coldly staring at the nurse who was carefully cutting off the clothes on Molly's back.

'What an asshole! Does she really know what she is doing? Does she want to die?' Eric cursed in his mind.

The blood had dried and the creamy white sweater was now crimson.

"Ah, Oh.... Uh!" Molly groaned again even though she was in a complete coma. She could still feel the pain as the nurse tried to cut off the sweater.

"You're hurting her! Be soft!" Eric gave the nurse an icy stare and coldly told her. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The nurse was so freaked out that she almost dropped the tweezers she was going to pass to the doctor. She swallowed and glanced at Eric in terror.