Chapter 226 Agonizing When You Never Understand That I Pretend To Be Strong (Part One)


    The thin ss brim grazed Brian''s hand.


    His blood from the cut flowed slowly into the wine along the ss and the rust-like smell mixed with the


    aroma of the wine.


    The mixed odor enveloped the air, making the situation more dire and awkward. Molly could not tell


    what her real feelings were anymore.


    She was taken aback by his sudden action and her small mouth opened slightly. Her bright, beautiful


    eyes widened as she stared at the blood permeating from his hand. She was so stunned that she could


    not react for a while.


    But Brian did not move. He ignored his bleeding hand as though it didn''t hurt him at all. He eyed Molly


    with his eagle-like eyes as if she was the prey that he desired but could never get his hands on. Seeing


    her surprised facial expression, he was overwhelmed byplicated emotions, which even he could


    not sort out. He felt irritable, jealous as well as annoyed. But he tried to hide these feelings under the


    gloom of his eyes so that no one would know what he really felt.


    Molly gulped slowly because of the tense atmosphere. She looked up from Brian''s hand gingerly and


    found his face covered in anger. All his strange actions scared her. At that very moment, she truly felt


    that Brian was a lunatic.


    Resentment and grief gripped her, along with immense exhaustion. She was outraged, but could not let


    it all out. She gasped for air harder. Everyone had their limits, so did Molly.


    What was wrong in wanting to go back home?


    Why he was so angry for that?


    She could not even talk. All she wanted was to just go home as early as possible to get somefort


    and constion. Was that wrong?


    After a round of tiring thoughts, she felt a lump forming in her throat. Molly was at her limits and she


    wanted to burst open and cry her heart out. She even forgot that she did not want her family to know


    that she could not talk temporarily. She was worried about her father. She always wondered if


    something bad had happened to her dad, although he had done so much to hurt her. They were family.


    And nothing could change that fact.


    Her eyes were turning red as tears threatened to fall from her brooding eyes. She tried so hard to avoid


    crying out by biting her lips and keeping them closed. But the more she tried, more tears gathered in


    her eyes, as if there was a raging river waiting to overflow. She looked a Brian without blinking.


    Seeing her controlled, yet cute facial expressions, Brian''s heart softened a little. His eyes turned


    merciful rather than the abhorrence and disgust it was showing at first. However, even with that little


    empathy in his heart, he still tried not to show any of it on his face. He blindly refused to ept that he


    had such feelings for her.


    Her chest quivered as her rage grew and her hands were clutched into fists. She was so irritated that


    she was not afraid of Brian anymore. Even though Brian''s inky eyes were fixated on her, she did not


    back down; she looked at him angrily and refused to avert her beady eyes.


    After what seemed like a long time, her anger was still undiminished as it steadily grew stronger, she


    took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Then she forced herself to break eye contact with him and


    turned back to go upstairs.


    "Stay here!" Brian ordered firmly with an even lower voice, which sounded cold and serious. Even with


    a heater in the room, his aura seemed to freeze everything around him. However, Molly did not care at


    all and continued to go upstairs without stopping. Brian''s eyes got darker as if they were covered by


    ck clouds. He opened his thin mouth and said in a cold-blooded, resolute and indubitable manner,"I


    said stay there! Didn''t you hear me?"


    Molly stopped and stood on the step. However, she did not turn back to look at him. She loathed him at


    the moment. She stood still, like a stiff pir. If not for the quivering due to extreme indignation, she


    would have looked like a lifeless statue.


    Molly''s face had turned pale because she was trying so hard to constrain her anger and grievance. She


    bit her lips hard again for the sake of inhibiting her emotions and to avoid crying out. She bit it so hard


    that her lips were almost ready to bleed. As her eyshes shivered, she fixated her gaze somewhere


    in front of her to shift her focus away from the overwhelming emotions. She tried to immerse herself


    into a distant ce like searching for the log on the ocean after a sea peril. At the same time, the sound


    of leather shoes hitting the floor was drawing nearer. Molly knew it was him approaching.


    Brian walked upstairs in a slow, stable pace. No matter how angry he was, no matter what happened


    around him, he was still always able to keep his calm and hide all his emotions. He walked in such an


    elegant and easy manner, as if he were not human at all; he was not like any creature that lived on


    earth. He could be Satan, the devil who had fallen into hell''s darkness, haunting the world and


    witnessing the mundane life of people, well-prepared to devour their pure soul at any time he wished.


    Molly remained still. She did not want to react. As she heard Brian walking closer and closer, she


    scorned. She did not know if she was irked by him or was just irritated by her own emotions.


    Brian stopped behind her. Molly narrowed her eyes, trying to control the grievance and swallow down


    the sorrow, acting as if nothing had happened. ''I am just a woman dedicated to serving him, an


    unimportant toy to pass his time and to make him happy. Even if I show my suffering in front of him, he


    won''t concern himself about my agony. So why will I continue to bring disgrace to myself ?''


    Molly turned around slowly after she had seeded in eliminating every bit of sadness and grievance


    from her face. At least, she thought that she had concealed all her emotions. She looked at him


    squarely in his eyes. Because she was incapable of speaking, the only reaction she could give him was


    to look at him. At that moment, it suddenly came to her mind that if she really had lost the ability to


    speak permanently, it would be difficult for her to ept that harsh reality.


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    As he stared at her streaming eyes, Brian forgot all about his injured hand and just left it hanging


    without any care. The blood sprawled across the wound and along his palm. The scarlet blood fell on


    the stairway drop by drop like an incessantly leaking tap. The red color coated the stairs, giving out a


    strange and horrifying aura, just like a fully bloomed fire-like red plum blossom in a world of ice and


    snow. It was beautiful and spectacr, but with a touch of loneliness and misery.