Love Crisis

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.

"Brian, can you do it a lit

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"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 glance.

"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 looked composed 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.