Love Began with the First Meeting

The first thing Brian saw when he opened the door was Molly on the sofa, her head down, while she held the medicated oil in one hand.

He noticed her face twisting in pain as she rubbed oil on her swollen ankle.

Mumbling to herself, Molly didn't notice when Brian came in. All she could focus on was the pain.

"Owww…" she groaned in agony.

Another anguished sound escaped her lips. Molly had to take deep breaths to ride out the pain each time she rubbed her ankle. Her face took on a tortured expression as she slowly exhaled. Molly stared at her ankle, so horribly swollen, not knowing what to do except bite her lips and twitch her nose.

As she berated herself for not having any other option to reduce the swelling of her ankle, someone suddenly snatched the medicated oil from her hand. She looked up and found herself staring into an impassive but attractive face. Before she had time to process what was happening, Brian went down on one knee and gently took her ankle to put on his other knee. His careful handling was in contrast to the imperiousness and unwillingness on his face. Without a word and never looking at Molly's face, he poured the oil into his palm and started rubbing it on the swollen joint.

The woman was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to react as she watched Brian gingerly working on her ankle. With dull eyes, Molly looked strangely at what he was doing to her sprained foot. His movements seemed to mesmerize her. All of a sudden, Molly screamed as she felt severe pain shooting through her whole body.

"Keep quiet!" Brian barked at her. His tone was cold and angry, and he gave her a look of disapproval even as he kept rubbing her ankle with the medicated oil.

"Ouch!" Molly whimpered.

"Please be gentle," she cried in pain.

But the pain didn't stop, and her ankle already felt so hot. She went on screaming as he kept massaging the swollen joint. "It hurts, Brian! Easy, easy…" she pleaded with him.

He ignored her pleas and went on rubbing and blocked out each "ouch" he heard.

little gentler, please?" she was almost teary-eyed.

do know you're very noisy,

ankle

Brian applied the oil and massaged her foot. Suddenly, she stopped after realizing the pain was gone. All that remained was a burning sensation that was unexpectedly becoming comfortable at the

noticed she had stopped complaining about the pain, he kept quiet. When their

she was lost in

The only sounds that broke the silence were the breathing of two people and the rubbing of the skin. The suffocating and irritating smell of medicated oil filled the air. It was unpleasant yet comforting.

longer stand the quiet,

think you can work as a masseur in case

and resulted in the unintentional broadcast of thoughts. Most likely, Molly

at her then frowned at what she said. But he continued

afraid the healing of your ankle will take more than a month if you don't apply force when massaging. And if you become disabled,

annoyed, and his tightly knitted brows were proof of this. She saw him looking at

did you just say? That you won't have time to take care of me?"

hire a nurse or get a temporary maid,"

fun of Brian. "Why am I only learning now that you're such an awkward person? You, worried about me? Why don't

retort, she asked,"Bri, how many people with

scowled but

have a skillful way of

chatter, he raised his eyes to glance at Molly and answered coldly,"Whenever I sprained my foot, I needed to deal with

ached for the man. So, she couldn't explain why knowing Brian had been injured many times in the past made her sad, even if it didn't appear to be a big deal. Without thinking, she blurted out,"I can help you in case you have