Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 522 A Gift From Brian (Part One)

Frustration is inevitable for anybody on the way ahead. Depression is a natural course before one grows up. Loneliness will always be a close friend in our heart. Sometimes, we will be misunderstood; sometimes, we have to rely on others for protection; and sometimes, we are the targets for others to slander and set up. The night sank into a dead quiet. The hospital turned oppressively in the dead of night. The typical pungent smell of the disinfectant in the hospital became more irritating in the mute world. It was detesting, but everyone in the hospital had to tolerate it. Manny looked down at Spark in a stern manner. He was still in coma. His lips had turned colorless with a circle of cracks on the rim. Manny sighed, and leaned his body on the wall behind him, his gaze on the infusion bottle and its tube in which medicine was being dripping into Spark's body.

"Spark, this can't happen again!" said Manny in helplessness. He fixed his gaze on Spark's pale face, "I don't want to see you suffer for love again, Spark. Isn't the lesson from your mother enough?"

Manny's question received no answer. The muteness in the room was so weird that it would make anybody out of breath. Contrary to the sheer despair and dreariness in the ward, the villa must have been filled with moans of lovemaking. In the selfish game of love, it would be too early to say who was the one to rejoice and who was the one to suffer. Maybe, nobody had ever enjoyed a single moment of genuine happiness. All was but an illusion.

Manny cocked his head to look out of the window. By the dim light from the room, he could see the drizzle outside. He let out another sigh in helplessness.

Someone stalked towards the ward when Manny was deep in his thought. A camera with HD telephoto lens appeared behind the visiting window on the corridor. The sneaker hid it well behind the window curtain painted with tiny colorful flowers. He left as soon as his camera flashed to take a picture of the interior of the ward. That caught Manny's attention. He cast a curious look at the door of the room and walked towards it. He opened it. But there was nothing except for the quiet corridor. 'I must have been imagining things.' He thought.

He shook his head and closed the door. A man slipped from behind the exit door of the staircase. He looked at Spark's ward with greedy fire in his eyes, a delirious smile emerged on the corner of his mouth.

He turned to walk down the stairs. Then he produced his cell phone and dialed a number. He said with a smiling face over the phone, "Your information was good. Everything was exactly as you said. Thanks for the exclusive news. I must repay you for this favor one day in the future."

"Repay me? No, that's unnecessary. But..." The person gave a fit of gloomy laughter on the other side of the phone before continuing, "Are you brave enough to report this exclusive news?"

"I think you're underestimating me and my website. Have you read something on it? There's nothing we wouldn't report. We're not afraid of anyone. As you know, our server is located overseas. So it's convenient for us to report anything without considering the consequences."

"All right. I have warned you of the possible risks, and have given you the information. I have nothing to do with the consequences if you insisted on publishing the news. You should be held completely responsible for all this."

The person on the other side of the phone suddenly assumed a serious tone. The reporter paused on the stairs in response. Then he uttered in an arrogant tone, "I'm getting more and more interested in this whole thing after what you just said. So now I'm really going to report this news."

"Ha ha!" Delightful laughter was heard over the phone. "Then good luck to you!"

The phone was hung up. The man glanced at the camera in his hand, his lips curled in a big smile. He felt excited and elated for the news he obtained tonight. The man put his cell phone back into his pocket and left.

It began to drizzle again. Recently, it had been raining too much. The drizzle couldn't be sighted against the dark sky, but the continuous pattering of raindrops on trees, roofs and windows told everybody anyway that they were there. It fell on everything, as if wishing to clean all the darkness on earth. Maybe every raindrop was a drop of tear from the God, who sheds it to bring human emotions to this mortal world.

Brian gently placed Molly on bed. He took a brief shower to clean himself. Then he fetched a warm towel to clean for her. He was careful and calm while cleaning Molly's body. Molly seemed to be uneasy under his service. She furrowed her brows. Brian gave her an affectionate gaze to comfort her.

No one could seduce him as Molly could. She was his opium. There was no salvation for him, but to sink deeper and deeper. He settled his eyes on her flat compact belly. She recovered perfectly after the childbirth. There was not a sign of pregnancy on it. She was too young when she gave birth to Mark. Young bodies healed themselves easily.

Brian's thin lips curved into a gentle smile. He expelled those ideas from his mind and focused on cleaning Molly's body. He covered the quilt on her body after having finished. Then he kissed Molly on her forehead.

'You belong to me, Mol! Absolutely! Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. Do you know how much I love you?' Brian said to Molly in his heart.

Suddenly, the softness in his eyes gave way to a flash of fierce glint. But it was gone as soon as it came. His face looked as still as always. He stared at Molly again by the warmly lit yellow light of the wall lamp. She looked awful recently. He was fully aware how hard she had been for the past several days.

Then he moved his gaze on Sunny Day, the necklace on her neck. The one that Eric had given to her had been replaced. 0000000