Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 524 A Gift From Brian (Part Three)

Brian cast him a glance, saying nothing to him. He just walked straight to the car, opened the door car, and put Mark on the seat.

Tony followed them all the way, wondering about his boss's strange behavior. Then he turned to the driver's seat. It was his first time to see Brian like that. The topic between him and Mark was probably tiring. But he conversed with the boy in a serious manner. As a clever man, Brian of course knew what the little boy was going to plan in his innocent brain. But he pretended otherwise and let the boring conversation continue. That was really strange. The car drove off the villa. John and Lisa watched the car leave with all smiles. But Lucy seemed unhappy. She turned to cast the villa a disdainful look before saying in a sour tone, "I'll go to the gallery."

Lucy slipped into her car and drove off. She had achieved something in her painting in recent years. She harvested a reputation on her own, without any assistance from Brian. She would have gained more if Brian had given her any support. But as far as she was concerned, it was better for her to prove herself in front of Brian.

The rain showed no sign of stopping.

Molly moaned. Her body ached as though it had been torn apart. The pain ran across every inch of her skin whenever she moved even just a single part of her muscle. She frowned before opening up her eyes, which stung from lack of sleep. Her mind was blank now, unable to remember what had happened. She looked around dreamily, trying to recognize where she was. The thick curtain had prevented the dusky light from shedding in. As a result, it was hard to know what time it was.

Molly steadied herself to tidy up her mind. She recalled what had happened in the study last night as her memory finally came back to her. The scene was so vivid it mustn't be a dream. She blushed to her ears. Then she sat up, with the quilt still covering her body to her chin. She looked around the room, and then the bed... This was Brian's room. She recognized it.

Molly's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, feeling both shy and furious. Although she had struggled to resist Brian's caresses and kisses, she still surrendered herself to him. But that was unforgivable. She bit her lips, cursing desperately herself in her heart. Suddenly, she pulled the quilt aside, trying to go off the bed. But a harsh pain ran through her body again as she moved.

"Ouch..." Molly screamed and put her hand to her waist. Her loin still ached from the lovemaking last night. This time she cursed the man who had brought that pain to her. Then she saw the bathrobe on the bench within her arm's reach. There was no denying that Brian was very thoughtful for her. Her face reddened further. She fetched the robe, put it on, and went into the bathroom. But she still murmured cursing Brian...

Molly stepped into the bathroom, her body almost fragile because of the pain. She took the shower head, intending to wash away all her exhaust and sour. Accidentally she touched her neck, and her hand paused all of a sudden. She ran her fingers across her neck for sure. She had a different feeling for the necklace that was on her neck now. It didn't feel like Sunny Day.

Molly lowered her head to check. The necklace on her neck was not Sunny Day, but a new one that she had never seen. It was a black thin cord with a warm and smooth stone pendant. The stone looked strange in shape. it was blue at first sight, but turned into a faint red after being wet by the water from the shower head. And the cord was woven in a strange style as well.

"Where is my necklace?" murmured Molly, "What's this on my neck?"

Molly furrowed her brows. It cost her no time to replace out the answer.

Molly tore off the necklace from her neck in her fury. She finished her shower right away, and dashed towards the bedroom. She threw the necklace on the table by the bed and began to search for her Sunny Day. But where was it?

Molly was burnt with anger. She took her phone and dialed Brian's number. The phone was connected, but there was a busy signal. Then it was cut off.

Brian drove straight to Mark's school. It was just an ordinary school for common people, not specifically for rich and noble classes. Since what Mark needed was an ordinary life as the common children, as Brian thought, it was unnecessary to send him to a noble school for the so-called noble education. As his son, Mark was born with noble blood since his birth. The noble air was endowed in him inherently that all the postnatal effort would be unnecessary.

"Mr. Brian, we're here," Tony said as he pulled the car over.

Brian studied the entrance of the school. As one of the most famous educational organizations in A City and adjacent cities, the company behind this school owned a variety of schools from kindergartens to universities. Students can finish their studies here. Although it was unnecessary for Mark to receive noble education, he still needed a good school.

Brian turned to Mark and said, "You came for registration yesterday, right? Are you familiar with the procedures already?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. Uncle Tony took me to get a look of my classroom yesterday too."

"Do you already know your new name?" Brian said in a low voice. A darkened glint flashed in his eyes.

Mark looked downward in silence. After a long while, he nodded while playing with his fingers, "Yes, Addison Long. They told me that." His voice was low that it was almost inaudible.

Brian's eyes sparkled with a ray of delightful shimmer in them. His lips curved into a mild smile. He stepped out of the car and opened the umbrella for Mark. Instead of carrying Mark in his arms, he just held his hand this time. But he still inclined the umbrella toward the side of the boy.

Tony held an umbrella as waited by the car. He watched Brian and Mark head towards the entrance of the school in the rain. The backs of the man and the boy reminded him of a familiar picture that he would never forget. His memories about his old days as a fresh member in the XK Intelligence Agency came back to him. The sternness on Tony's face was finally replaced with a smile. He never gave a thought to how Brian would look like when he was a father. That was beyond his imagination, to be frank. Tony always remembered how naughty and arrogant Brian was in their childhood. This younger brother seemed to be childish forever. But he had a son now! ☐☐☐