Chapter 205 Secret Trading At Auctions (Part One)


    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.


    "O…" 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.


    "Brian, can you do it a little gentler, please?" she was almost teary-eyed.


    "You do know you''re very noisy, right?" he mocked Molly.


    His face had darkened as he continued rubbing the ankle with as much pressure as he could muster.


    Molly winced and raved in pain as 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


    bingfortable at the same time.


    It was a serious face that helped control the pressure Brian applied on Molly''s ankle. Even when he


    noticed she had stoppedining about the pain, he kept quiet. When their eyes met, still no words


    were spoken. Molly then turned to look at the hands which continued rubbing her foot.


    For a moment, she was lost in thought.


    The empty room went very still for a brief moment. 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 yetforting.


    When she could no longer stand the quiet, Molly suddenly whispered.


    "Bri, I think you can work as a masseur in case you lose your job."


    Molly winced inwardly at the words that came out of her mouth. She wasn''t sure if her mind was


    wandering as Brian massaged her foot and resulted in the unintentional broadcast of thoughts. Most


    likely, Molly blurted out those words because she just wanted to break the silence which was getting


    eerie.


    Brian looked at her then frowned at what she said. But he continued to massage the injured foot.


    "Treating sprains requires pressure. I''m afraid the healing of your ankle will take more than a month if


    you don''t apply force when massaging. And if you be disabled, who will take care of you? I can''t,"


    he said coldly.


    Molly suddenly burst outughing after Brian finished speaking. He was annoyed, and his tightly knitted


    brows were proof of this. She saw him looking at her with a long face


    "What did you just say? That you won''t have time to take care of me?" she mocked him.


    "Let''s see, why don''t you hire a nurse or get a temporary maid," she suggested.


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    Her grin widened. She raised both eyebrows before continuing to make fun of Brian. "Why am I only


    learning now that you''re such an awkward person? You, worried about me? Why don''t you just tell it to


    me straight?"


    His handsome face darkened at her words. Before he could retort, she asked,"Bri, how many people


    with sprains have you treated before?"


    He scowled but remained silent.


    Clear, unblinking eyes continued to stare at Brian. "You do have a skillful way of rubbing my ankle," she


    mumbled to herself. Molly thought her voice sounded hollow.


    Annoyed now at her continued chatter, he raised his eyes to nce at Molly and answered


    coldly,"Whenever I sprained my foot, I needed to deal with it myself."


    It was said matter-of-factly yet Molly''s heart ached for the man. So, she couldn''t exin 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 a sprain the next time!"


    He looked at her with disdain. "You, help me?"


    Brian would haveughed if he wasn''t already irritated. Instead, he said,"How do you expect me to


    recover from a sprain if you treat me the way you were massaging your ankle? I have to hope it doesn''t


    make the injury worse!"


    "Hey, don''t belittle what I was doing!" Molly now stared angrily at Brian.


    He snorted at her remark and thought, ''This woman is annoying!'' Carefully, he removed Molly''s foot


    resting on his knee. Brian quickly stood up and then went straight to the bathroom to wash off the oil on


    his hands, without even a nce.


    "It''s just treating a sprain! Why is it such a big deal?" Molly muttered under her breath.


    She looked out for Brian. He was taking a long time in the bathroom.


    Gingerly touching her ankle, she twisted it slightly and was amazed it no longer hurt.


    ''Did he have magic hands?'' she wondered.


    Molly twisted the ankle a few more times. It was still swollen but was no longer painful. She turned to


    look at the direction of the bathroom and saw Brian walking back. He lookedposed now. It


    suddenly struck her that this man confused her.


    ''What kind of man is he?'' she wondered.


    From the bathroom, he walked past Molly without looking at her. Brian got his notebook, fixed the


    connections and sat down for a video conference. He did everything as if Molly wasn''t there with him.


    Lying on the sofa, Molly picked up a fashion magazine from the table and flipped through the pages out


    of boredom. She knew Brian was working and didn''t want to bother him.


    She stayed on one page for a long time, her eyes focused on Brian, who was engrossed in his work.