Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 629 My Violin Plays Only For You (Part One)

You should never rely on others easily because once you get used to someone's support, you'll lose not only a companion but also your spiritual pillar when they depart.

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The golden hues of the setting sun gradually fell behind the lines of high-rise buildings in the city skyline as twilight descended, casting soft shadows on the pavement. Amidst the twinkling lights of the bright street lamps and signage, the passing headlights of cars swiftly driving by formed river-like streams of light as they drove on the road. Shops lit up their signs and colored the streets in spattering hues of bright neon.

It was a peaceful, regular night in one modern but homey cake shop on the street. The staff greeted customers politely and some of the regulars chatted with them for a bit. In a table tucked discreetly in one corner by the window, Molly was gripping her coffee cup quite tightly that her knuckles were going white. She blankly stared at the plate with a rather delectable looking red velvet cake in front of her as she waited for Spark to say something.

Across the table sat Spark, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gazed at her with his deep amber eyes. The look on his face still carried the same air of arrogance he always had when he and Molly first met in that underground passage.

"So... care to explain what you did?" Molly spat viciously, running out of patience for the man sitting across her. Her gaze was fixed on Spark's face as patches of red began to color her neck and face in anger.

Spark only shrugged, the corner of his lips curling slightly upward and he glanced at the scenery outside for a bit. He turned back to his companion, slightly stretched his folded arms on the table and casually said, "Mol, what on earth do you want me to explain to you?" "Spark!"

Molly loudly hissed, her eyes blazing with fury. She didn't care if she was being loud that somebody might hear. Distress briefly but visibly flashed in Spark's eyes but he quickly brushed it off as if he wasn't anxious in the slightest bit. He was intensely bitter at Molly's words and his heart felt heavy. Except for a few public occasions, Molly never called him out in such a dismal tone. This could only mean that she was really furious at this moment. Spark shifted slightly in his seat as he sat deep in thought.

Casting a brief look at Spark's slender fingers, Molly ground her teeth and emphasized her every word as if she was drilling them into his mind, "You were born to be a violinist instead of doing stupid chores like making cake and coffee here!"

Spark stretched his legs in a movement to get up and transferred to the sofa chair beside him. He sat down slowly and eased himself in the plush velvet seat. He looked at Molly closely and quickly said before she was about to throw another tantrum, "Mol, nobody is ever born to be occupied with a specific profession. Besides, I'm tired of being a violinist."

A flurry of emotions filled Molly's eyes as she stared intently at Spark. Her heart twisted in torment upon hearing Spark's exhausted voice. It was true that God favors no one. He built himself up and his honor as a famous violinist came from hard work and extreme self- pressure to achieve success.

They lapsed into a deep silence again. The beautifully played notes of the violin music playing in the shop flowed sweetly into their ears and caressed them with its rich, vibrant tone. Customers shuttled in and out of the shop continuously as the waitresses greeted them with their polite voices, while the delicious smells of pastries and coffee being prepared and served wafted gently in the air. The rest of the world seemed to move around them as Molly and Spark just sat in the corner, as if in an everlasting standstill.

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The dark asphalt of the road seemed to glitter under the long line of white light from the street lamps. Tony drove the sleek car all the way back to the villa. After many days of arduous preparation, they were finally ready. The only thing to do next was to wait for three more days for the meeting to come. While those three days were a window for them to relax and take a break, it was also when it was most likely for chaos to ensue.

Tony stole a brief glance at his boss through the rear view mirror. Brian, who was dressed impeccably as always was looking at the peaceful scenery out of the window, his face propped on one hand and his elbow leaning on the car door's armrest. His stone cold face portrayed no emotions. Tony sighed quietly as he went back to focus on the road ahead. 'No one else among the Long family except for Molly, can even shake our Mr. Brian Long, 'he thought to himself.

After a while, the car slowly neared the villa. The thin but imposing iron gates opened and the car entered and halted to a stop. Everything was dead silent in the dim rays of the night lights.

Brian's eyebrows knitted slightly. He got out of the car and strode towards the house. Although it was always dark in the house every time he came back, this time was different. He felt his heart flood with unease as he neared the house's entrance doors.

Brian stepped inside and turned the lights on. There was no sign of any human activity in the spacious and elegant living room. He looked up at the open ceiling and stared at Molly's closed bedroom door on the upper floor with his sharp gaze. In a flash, he then rocketed upstairs and pushed the door open without any hesitation. He turned the lights on and looked around--and just as he expected, Molly was not there.

He restrained himself from banging the door shut and leaned against the wall. Brian's lips pressed together in a thin line as rage clouded in his black eyes. After working tirelessly for so many days, he went back home eagerly in hopes of spending his free time with Molly. Even though she was likely to resist his attempts by using the silent treatment or just glaring at him in anger, he just wanted to at least have dinner with her. He drove all the way to the villa just to replace out that she wasn't even home at all!

Fury clouded Brian's mind like smoldering embers that spread quickly into wildfire. A terrible thought suddenly struck him and he almost lashed out in an uncontrollable fit of anger. He recounted his thoughts. Did she come back home very late these days? Now that he thought about it, he was scarcely at home so she didn't have to worry about his reactions, did she?

After mulling it over and recollecting himself, Brian took out his phone and dialed Molly's number. The phone kept ringing but no one answered. Brian was exasperated as he repeatedly called Molly's number but to no avail. His half-lidded eyes gradually looked heavier. In that exact moment, silence enveloped the changing room of the Sasha Music Troupe as Molly's phone vibrated continuously on the sofa. The phone's screen repeatedly flashed "Call from Brian" but the Silent Mode icon was displayed.

Brian continued calling her number again and again, although to be honest he didn't know why he did. After several more unsuccessful attempts, he eventually stopped and returned the device back to his pocket. He turned around and left Molly's room before he could get more frustrated, not even bothering to close the door.

When he got downstairs, he proceeded to the expansive kitchen's mini-bar and grabbed a bottle of wine and a wine glass, then poured himself a drink. He picked up the glass by its stem and stood in front of the French windows, his other hand in his pocket and staring at the scenery outside--or more specifically, at the gates of the villa.

The street was quiet and undisturbed as Lisa walked up to the house, carrying some glass bottles of milk in a carton delivered by the milkman. She got inside the property and closed the gates as she balanced the carton of milk precariously in one arm. When she stepped inside the house, she was surprised to see Brian, and not Molly, standing by the windows. She greeted him with respect, "Good evening, Mr. Brian Long."DD