Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 508 Back To The Villa (Part Two)

Like Tony, Brian's eyes were fixed on the side mirror until Molly's figure disappeared in the night rain. He peeled his eyes from the mirror and felt humbled and grieved over what he'd done.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his cellphone ringing. Brian picked it up and answered the call.

"Little devil, has your little devil said he wants to see Richie and me?" Shirley asked anxiously. His mother dispensed with "hello" and went straight to the point.

The question suddenly irritated Brian, who brows knitted tightly. Before Shirley could say another word, he coldly responded, "We don't even get along well together yet and you want to take him from me?"

"What? What's taking you so long?" his mother said testily. She couldn't wait to see her grandson and was losing hope that it would happen any time soon. The last thing Shirley wanted to do was pressure the boy. She didn't want Mark to end up hating her just like he hated Brian because that did not bode well for their future relationship. So Shirley demanded, "Then why don't you just send some photos to me?"

"Hasn't Richie shown you any pictures?" Brian inquired. He smirked knowing that Shirley would not just be sitting around waiting to be handed photos of the boy.

Knowing his mother, she would have accosted Richie to see them. Annoyed by her son's jeering, Shirley replied, "I want the picture of you and your little devil!"

"I have nothing of that sort, and am not interested to have one!" Brian told his mother. The car was pulling up at the gate of the villa, so he told her flatly, "I have something I need to do. I'll call you when Mark agrees to see you."

Without waiting for his mother's response, Brian hung up while he could hear Shirley scolding him over the phone. When she realized he was gone, she turned her ire on Richie. "It's all your fault. At that time, I disagreed with your decision to send Little Molly away, but you talked about politics and so on... Well, you sent my little devil away with her. Now, I don't even know if I will ever get the chance to look at that little devil," she wailed.

Her husband sat listening to her endless complaints but kept his expression blank. Beside him, Wing and Weston looked at each other without saying a word.

"If I didn't send Molly away then, that child might not have survived," Richie rationalized. He gauged that Shirley's ranting was nearly coming to an end. "Brian was injured then. Do you think he would have been able to protect her and the baby at that time?" Still annoyed, Shirley kept quiet for a while. But then she decided to vent her feelings, "But you had the capability to do that!"

Richie scoffed and said in a low voice, "Their relationship was, and is not firm enough... Brian had his temper to deal with, and what about Molly? If they couldn't overcome those challenges given Brian's position and status, they would never be happy together," Richie explained.

His wife said nothing. Wing nodded in agreement and said, "I like Molly, too, but just like Richie said, they'll surely not be happy if they go on treating each other this way."

"I know that, too," Shirley finally sighed. "I'm just anxious. I wish I could give each one a slap to wake them up!"

Playful fairy eyes turned to Shirley as Wing said, "Didn't you and Richie also have a misunderstanding at the start of your relationship?" She laughed while adding, "Destiny binds people together, and no one else can help bring them back to each other but destiny." She turned to look at her husband Weston after saying the words, and he slipped his arms around her lovingly.

Yes, there was destiny, but the end still depended on the two people because whatever choice they made would affect the results.

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It rained harder throughout the night. Dark clouds covered the night sky. There were thunder and lightning, and every crack and rumble signaled more rain to fall from the sky.

Looking out the window of the second-floor study was a lean figure watching the pouring rain. The lights were off in the room, and he held the curtain slightly apart to stare at the lightning that illuminated the sky. An air of indifference and coldness enveloped him. His sculptural face could only be visible when the lightning flashed across the sky quickly once in a while.

He was now staring at the woman standing under the heavy rain outside of the villa. His face held no expression, not pity, not care. But there was a restlessness inside of Brian that made him go crazy. And it made thinking calmly impossible. Drenched under the rain, Molly didn't know what came to mind as she saw Brian's car driving out of Mr. Song's mansion. Instinctively, she chased it, gasping for breath as the rain slowed her progress until finally, the car sped off into the night. It was crazy to run all the way to the villa by herself, but she did it. And to her surprise, no one stopped her this time.

Clenching her hands into fists, Molly stood on the path in front of the villa stubbornly and let the heavy rain wash her body. Her dress was soaked and clung to her body, leaving an outline of her delicate figure. Her hair dripped with water that slid down the rest of her body. Under the foggy night light, Molly's face almost seemed ghostly. The rain fell so hard that she could not open her eyes completely. The girl just bit her lips tightly and kept wringing her hands in the cold. Looking ahead with eyes blank, she appeared weak and without focus. From the second floor window, Brian stared at Molly's figure, and he became restless with the sound of thunder overhead. He squinted slightly, but it did nothing to lessen the coldness in his eyes. He watched the figure outside wobble slightly under the rain, as his black eyes became even darker, and he began to feel a little depressed.

As the rain continued to pelt her body, Molly started trembling. Even though it was summer, the temperature had dropped due to the continuous rain around A City. At that moment, her body sought warmth to ease the chill creeping inside her.

Upstairs, Brian lowered his eyes then raised them again just in time to see Molly swaying. He thought she was about to fall, but the woman stubbornly steadied herself and amazingly stood straight again, defending herself against the cold by clenching her teeth. Lisa saw the scene from her bedroom and sighed deeply. She had no idea what happened in the past but only found out that everything had changed all of a sudden. More than half a year had passed before Mr. Brian Long came back to the villa. Lisa thought everything was settled and did not expect him to return with a child. Lisa thought that had they foreseen the situation today, why had they treated each other that way? As she sighed again, the telephone rang. She walked to pick it up, wondering who would be calling so late in the hour. 00000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐