Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 621 To Be Strong (Part Two)

"What are you doing?" Brian asked, coming to his senses as he pushed her off.

Defiance flashed in Molly's eyes and a sneer formed on her lips. She said, "Didn't you want to have sex with me just now?" Brian was stunned upon hearing this. She continued to say, "I am your wife. Of course, I must meet your sexual desires. And even earlier when I wasn't your wife, I still did. Although there is no love between you and I, I'll make sure to remember that I am your wife and keep my responsibilities in mind."

Brian got irritated by her words. So furious was he that he thought he was losing his mind. He raised his hand in anger, preparing to slap her in the face.

Molly didn't try to evade it. On the contrary, she smiled wider with taunting eyes, as if to say, "Just do it and let's call it even."

His hand never made it across her face. He hesitated with a heavy heart, his trembling hand still hung up in the air. Gradually, he clenched it into a fist and dropped it to his side.

"Molly, you better remember the things you've said today," Brian said coldly, "Don't you forget your place."

With that, he shot her one last malicious look and then turned around to leave the room.

"Bam!"

Brian slammed the door so hard on the way out to release his anger. Molly jolted in shock at the loud sound, dropping her strong act. She sat up-right on the bed, her head raised as she stared at the ceiling with a vacant expression.

Tears slowly escaped her eyes. She clutched her chest tightly, controlling the pain that was eating her insides out. She found it hard to breathe again. It hurt so much.

*

Spark was leaning against his car lazily. He yawned loudly and folded his arms. It was late at night and he was alone in an empty street. He had his eyes trained on the villa where Molly lived. He had been hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but had no such luck since he began his stakeout. While he yearned to be in her presence, there was nothing else he could do but wait by his car under the starry night sky.

The sound of an approaching car came within earshot, breaking the silence that he had come to appreciate in the past hour. As the car drew closer, a silver Maybach came into view and abruptly halted in front of him.

Spark spared a nonchalant glance at the car before staring at the villa again. That was all he needed. A single look was enough to confirm who was behind the wheels.

The door burst open, and as Spark had suspected, Harrow emerged from the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. He was in a foul mood, having searched for Spark the entire afternoon. Finding him where he wasn't supposed to be didn't make things any better. "If you have something to say, just save it," began Spark, "It's none of your business." His tone was dismissive and full of arrogance, "And if you're wondering why I haven't been to the hospital, my answer is that my health also has nothing to do with you." "Last time I checked, I'm still your family. How can you say that your health has nothing to do with me?" Harrow asked with a mocking smile. He clenched his fist behind his back, and in a swift manner, punched Spark in the stomach. His foul mood refrained him from holding back his strength.

"Ow!" Spark hissed in pain. He placed his hand over the spot where Harrow's fist had landed and asked, "Do you really want to have a fight with me?"

Harrow raised his chin haughtily, looking down at Spark. "Look at yourself," he said, "Such a puny guy. How do you expect to fight me? Even if you were in good shape, you'd be unable to take that." Although Harrow was just the head of the securities company, no one would assume that he couldn't fight. When in fact, everyone who had worked under Brian's command had undertaken rigorous training.

By all means, Spark didn't really want to pick a fight with him. Although their relationship had vastly changed compared to when Harrow treated him as if he were nothing, it was unlikely going to be the same as when they were still young. Gasping for breath, he sneered, "Is that what you're here for? To say such meaningless things?"

"I'm not that bored to do such a thing," Harrow looked around and caught a glimpse of the same villa that Spark had been watching since he got there. "Is that where you want to go?" asked Harrow, "Why don't I send you in to meet Mrs. Molly Long?"

His words caught Spark's attention. "Are you saying you can get me inside?" Spark's enthusiasm was short-lived. It disappeared as soon as he saw the icy expression on Harrow's face. He sighed dismally. It dawned on him that Harrow only said those things to test his feelings for Molly. He should have known better than to believe that he was capable of helping him meet her.

Clearly, Harrow was displeased to see the deep feelings that Spark displayed for Molly, "Spark, do I need to remind you again," said Harrow through gritted teeth, "That you have to keep your hands off Molly? No matter how close you were in the past, that relationship is now just part of history. She's Mr. Brian Long's wife now."

"I know that." To Harrow's surprise, Spark didn't argue with him. "I just wanted to make sure that she's fine," he said in a low voice, "That's all. Then I'll leave."With his shoulder slouched, Spark looked rather defeated.

"Spark..." Harrow murmured, meaning to comfort him. But the distressed look that Spark displayed convinced him to stay silent. It brought back old memories from the past. When they were young, Spark used to live in Grace Garden with his mom. He was once a clever and lovable boy, not as arrogant as he was now. The death of his mother had changed him drastically. He refused to stay in touch with any of his family and completely shut himself away from everyone for two years. He traveled and lived abroad on his own with the violin that his mother left him. Ever since then, he only returned for his mother's memorial each year. Saddened by the memory, Harrow asked, "Why do you even bother with falling in love?"

'Why do I even bother myself with falling in love?' Spark repeated to himself.

Spark lowered his head to hide the resentment in his eyes. Instead of answering his question, he asked back, "Do you think he loved my mom?"

Spark didn't need to explain that he was referring to their dad. Harrow answered, "I'm not sure. But if I had to guess," - he paused - "Even though there wasn't love between them, what they shared was just as precious." There's no way he'd know whether he was right or wrong. After all, it was something only their dad could validate. And perhaps, even Spark's mom didn't know. Or at the very least, she didn't want to know.