Chapter 189 Danger, The Flying Bullet (Part One)


    It was early in the morning. The beginning of a dim and gloomy day.


    The skies of A city were shadowed byyers of dark clouds.


    The morning sun, faintly and desperately trying to shine through the dark nket of grayness, was now


    gleaming dimly, its rays weakly touching the face of the earth. It was a hopeless wrestle between the


    sun and clouds, with the sun seeming to have consumed most of its energy oveing the clouds and


    now powerless and exhausted.


    Molly was still in her bed. After a night ofzy sleep, she was now beginning to wake up. As a habit,


    she first wrinkled her brows slightly and then opened her mouth and made some unidentifiable sleepy


    voice, then drew out her hands from under the quilt and rubbed her sloppy, still-sleepy eyes. After all


    this series of slothful actions, her eyes gradually opened. However, to her astonishment, the moment


    her eyes got used to her surroundings, her blood started pumping quickly and waspletely awoken


    at the sight in front of her...


    ''It is an illusion, just an illusion, nothing more! I must be dreaming!''


    Fighting with herself at what she saw, Molly blinked her eyes rapidly for a moment in hope of sobering


    herself up and be awake from "The Dream". But every time as she opened her eyes again, she saw the


    exquisite, well-shaped face, with eyes still closed and sleeping peacefully next to her. She was


    completely taken aback. As much as she wanted to believe that this was all an illusion, but she could


    not deny her awareness of the clear sound and warm, regr faint wind as Brian breathed.


    Somehow perceiving Molly''s astonishment, Brian slowly opened his eyes. He was met with a pair of


    erged, stunned eyes staring directly into his face. He neither blinked, nor moved. He justy there


    and watched her in faint amusement with his lips slightly curled inward. Molly went stiff at his


    expression. As much as she felt shocked and embarrassed, seeing his deep, charming eyes so close


    to her, she felt an indescribable attraction.


    Not long after, suddenly recovering from her trance, Molly sprung up from her bed and instinctively


    sunk her head to check her body under the quilt. A wave of relief came over her when she made sure


    that she was wearing pajamas. Then she raised her head and asked sullenly at Brian,"What are you


    doing, sleeping here in my bed?"


    "Why am I here? Because this is my house, and you are mine. What is so strange about me being in


    my house with my girl?" Brian asked in a satirical voice, raising his eyebrow. His eyes went deeper and


    hisshes flickered as he spoke to Molly. Sensing that Molly was irritated and embarrassed by his


    words, his lifted a corner of his mouth in a taunting and cunning smile.


    In truth, he did not n to sleep in the same bed, the night before. He was so infuriated that he even


    had a sudden impulse to strangle her when sheined and threatened to leave him. But the


    moment he seized her by the throat out of fury and pushed her against the wall, he heard her called out


    "Bri". Although the sound was vague and weak, it was strong enough for him to feel a sense of


    gratification...


    The way Molly slept fascinated him a greater deal. To him, she looked like a little girl who was still in


    the habit of sucking her thumb and murmuring something vague in her dream, and tending to snuggle


    up to something in seeking the confines of safety andfort.


    All of these fascinated him more and more. At length, he gradually felt tired and gave in to the inviting


    softness of the bed and fell asleep beside her...


    As for Molly, she seemed to get a sense that Brian was sleeping next to her. She spread her arms


    instinctively over his chest, and gradually snuggled closer and closer to him. Her head nestled softly on


    his chest under his chin. He could smell the enticing scent of her silky hair and he could feel the warm


    mist as she breathed on his chest. She rubbed her cheek softly against it as she mumbled senseless


    words, already drifted far away into another dream world. Though he knew that she was unconscious


    and was not doing it on purpose, but he could not help but be disturbed by such intimate and tempting


    movements. As if the tinder in his heart suddenly kindled alight, he felt a sudden impulse and lust to


    press her under his body and torture her until she woke up. And indeed, he did so...


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    But as soon as he started to move on top of her body, Molly furrowed her brows and muttered


    something in protest, her voice changing pitch, as if she was not happy with him disturbing her sweet


    dream.


    After a moment''s pause, suddenly aware of the negative oue of his actions, Brian gave up on his


    intentions. He watched as Molly pursed her lips and wriggled slightly under his body, a sheer strain of


    excitement flowed into his veins again... He recollected the times when he had sex with Becky. She


    would alsoin and coquet when Brian hurt her and made her moan in equal pleasure and pain.


    Though he would usually stop, he did not actually get any satisfaction in his heart. But at this moment,


    unlike with Becky, he felt a profound, frantic thrill of excitement.


    Suspended for a moment, Brian carefully and obediently slid over and justy beside her. He extended


    his arm and hold Molly as much close to his chest as possible. He was undeniably hot and burning with


    his passion. But even with temptation staring at her in the eye, he would not allow himself to do


    anything that would make her feel affronted, not to mention that she was now unconscious. Holding


    Molly in his arms, he felt satisfied to have this fascinating girl locked in his embrace, until he felt his


    eyelids too heavy to lift and finally drifted off to sleep...


    Brian had always been a light sleeper, though he had Shirley to love him and give him protection. After


    all, he was born an heir of XK Intelligence Agency. He was destined to have an extraordinary life,


    different from those of themon people. This would also be his doom as the life set out for him


    would not be so easy. Richie was not the kind of person who would spoil his kids. As long as they were


    within his control, he would allow them to do whatever they wanted. Brian had always hated that


    feeling. He felt as if he was a prisoner, trapped in an invisible and unbreakable cage. He had always


    wanted to escape from Richie''s control. He knew that in order to achieve his goals, he must prove that


    he had enough power and intelligence to surpass anything that would ever get in his way. That''s why,


    ever since the day Richie involved him in the affairs of thepany, Brian had been learning, trying to


    gain as much knowledge and as many abilities as possible. He had always had a firm conviction that


    one day Richie would recognize his power and would no longer insist on his control over him. He was


    not aware that his deep resolution and determination actually shut him off, and away from some things


    that he should have learned or experienced as a boy or as a man in the process... Sometimes, he had


    a feeling that some kind of hole remained there, deep down in his heart. A huge gaping hole, hollow


    and vacant, that made him question himself every now and then. And he could not get it out of his


    mind. He had never actually figured out what it was or how to remedy it. But ever since the day he saw


    Molly, he started to have an inexplicable, vague feeling that something in her was gradually fulfilling the


    gap in his heart and appeasing the emptiness in his heart that kept asking questions that remained


    unanswered.