Love Began with the First Meeting

"Why?" Maggie asked uncertainly. She was somehow nervous to hear what the answer would be.

The look on her face made Molly smile more. She said slowly, "Because he can't wait to bring you here, to introduce you to us, to tell everyone that... you are the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with."

Tears welled up in Maggie's eyes. She blinked and felt hot tears running down her cheeks. Maggie suddenly realized that she has been crying so much lately. In fact, she felt like she had cried more in the past few months than she had in the past 25 years. Whenever it came to Edgar, she couldn't seem to help herself. The tears would come continuously and endlessly and nothing she did seemed to hold them back.

Molly leaned forward and wiped away Maggie's tears, sighing. "It's okay to cry for him. As the old saying goes, a nice man will never let his beloved woman cry. But, when a woman cries for a man, he must be very important to her." Maggie's tears seemed to come more quickly. Molly quickly took her into her arms and started stroking the girl's hair and rubbing her back. "Maggie, love with all your heart. Don't let your illusions stop you. I'm telling you this from experience," She let go of Maggie. "Don't do anything you are going to regret." When she fell in love with Edgar, Maggie had treated Molly as a hostile enemy. But now Molly was showing her a simpler, smoother path. And from the beginning, her love for Edgar never changed. Her love for him gave her the courage to face anything and made her stronger than the obstacles in her path.

The sunny afternoon passed slowly. The foodie Evelyn brought tons of laughter to the family. Maggie was impressed by the pleasant atmosphere within the Long Family, where the men seemed to value quality family time. She unconsciously stroked her belly, thinking. Earlier when she and Edgar had sex, they hadn't used protection and he had finished while still deep inside her.

Maggie's eyes widened as the question of pregnancy crossed her mind. How was it possible? It couldn't be true! Even though she had thought that it would be great to have a child when she saw Charlie and Evelyn, she really wasn't ready for kids. "What are you thinking?" a low voice casually asked. Maggie looked around and found that Edgar was sitting next to her. She must have been deep in thought; she didn't realize that he had come inside and taken a seat beside her.

"When did you come?" Maggie glared at him.

Edgar leaned back against the sofa, his eyes fixed on Maggie intently. "Just now, when you were thinking. You looked deep in thought... and you put your hand on your belly."

Maggie's lips twitched, fear and embarrassment flashing across her face. "Hah...hah... Yeah... well..."

Edgar frowned slightly. "Are you all right?" He straightened and looked at her, confusion and worry mixed in his expression.

"I am fine..." She shook her head quickly, but when she saw Edgar's piercing gaze, she looked down and bit her bottom lip nervously. "Erm, I'm not feeling very well." She gave him a quick glance. "I'm sore and exhausted from last night..." She frowned. "Edgar, maybe you had been abstinent for too long, so... so every time we had sex, you got a little too..."

Maggie saw Edgar's eyes narrow a bit. She muttered under his breath, gave him a nervous smile and shifted uncomfortably away from him.

"Every time I got a little too...what? Hmm?" Edgar shifted closer to her.

Maggie shook her head. "Nothing... You had a hallucination. I didn't say anything. Really."

The fire in Edgar's eyes was burning brighter while a slight warmth was growing in his belly, his arousal rising. He tried to control himself, and for the most part, he was successful, but each time he saw Maggie, his mind would get clouded with thoughts of lust for her. He would become as impulsive as teenagers. She was his wife. It was normal to have desire for her. But something just didn't feel quite right because all he wanted to do now was press her against the sofa and taste her sweetness.

"Is that so?" Edgar leaned closer until their faces were mere inches apart, his hot breath on her cheek.

She swallowed, looking up at him. "Uncle Three..."

Edgar sighed, a soft grumbling arising from the back of his throat. It was his fault. Ever since he had made Maggie call him Uncle, the name had become one of his weak spots. This had become her special trump card. Whenever she wanted something, or wanted to refuse something he was offering, she would call him Uncle and he could never bring himself to say no to her. It worked almost every time, everywhere.

He straightened, a reluctant look on his face as his desire died down slowly. "I will without a doubt die of the ordeal you're giving me." He paused and then got up. "I'd better go upstairs and get changed. We're going to eat dinner with them." As he spoke, he headed to the stairs.

Maggie grinned mischievously. "Uncle Three! Are you going to take a cold shower or masturbate?"

Edgar turned back around wordlessly and then sighed in resignation, seeing the mischievous grin on her face. He turned back and continued up the stairs. "It depends." His voice was as calm as it could possibly be. There was no rules as to which words belonged to men, and which words belonged to women. It was a sexual, open-minded world, and a woman could joke with a man about these things without hurting some kind of cultural norm.

Maggie's words sometimes reared Edgar speechless, but all in all, he was happy about the freedom she had with words. Maybe he had heard too many crude jokes from his soldiers, but Maggie's jokes didn't faze him. Crude joking and words was probably the only fun for people at the base.

Edgar changed, and then he and Maggie left the house. They walked to wait at the side of the road. Two minutes later a Bentley Mulsanne drove up in front of them. Maggie blinked, instantly curious. A man in his forties got out from the passenger seat. There was a Dragon Empire Group coat of arms on the lapel of his jacket.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gu." The man bowed reverently. "I'm Hyatt Mo, the butler of the Long Family Mansion. Mr. Eric Long asked me to fetch you for dinner." "Thank you." Edgar nodded to him and after Hyatt Mo opened the back door for them, gestured for Maggie to get in the back. He followed her in.

Maggie had never been treated like this. She felt a little anxious as the car started moving. She had never been to the Long Family Mansion. She was nervous. As the trees passed by quickly, an odd feeling of both tranquility and oppression overtook her.

After about 20 minutes, an iron gate emerged into sight. The pattern of a dragon coiled along the gate with its head and tail touching together, forming a Z shape in the middle.

It was the logo of the Dragon Empire Group. Maggie knew it, just like everybody in the world knew it.

The car drove slowly through the gate and made its way towards the Long Family Mansion. Royal guards stood along the road, flanking it at both sides. The mansion itself looked like an ancient royal palace, made of all sorts of chambers. However, instead of using red walls and golden tiles, the mansion used more modernized mod cons to appear technologically modern.

"Please."

After driving the car up to the mansion, Hyatt got out and walked over to open the back door for them. Edgar and Maggie both stepped out. While Edgar was calm and composed, Maggie was shocked and rendered speechless at the sight. It was said that a picture was worth a thousand words, and indeed the mansion was a picture worth that many words, or perhaps more. 000000000000