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 by layers of dark clouds.

The morning sun, faintly and desperately trying to shine through the dark blanket 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 overcoming the clouds and
now powerless and exhausted.

Molly was still in her bed. After a night of lazy 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 was completely 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, regular faint wind as Brian breathed.

Somehow perceiving Molly's astonishment, Brian slowly opened his eyes. He was met with a pair of
enlarged, stunned eyes staring directly into his face. He neither blinked, nor moved. He just lay 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
his lashes 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 plan to sleep in the same bed, the night before. He was so infuriated that he even
had a sudden impulse to strangle her when she complained 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 and comfort.

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...

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 outcome 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 also complain 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 just lay 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 the common 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 the company, 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.


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