Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 631 My Violin Plays Only For You (Part Three)

Spark's eyelids fluttered close, his eyebrows knitting tightly in concentration and losing himself to the music, his heart flooded with bitterness. He now confirmed that he in fact, could still play the violin. However, he could only do that if Molly was there with him. He thought to himself as his fingers danced on the violin, 'From now on, my violin will play for nobody but you, Mol!'

The music finally came to an end with a slow and yearning melody. Spark remained still and lifted the bow slightly. The entire shop burst into applause at his brilliant display, and snapped Spark out of his thoughts and reminded him of the bitter feelings in his heart. Nonetheless, he didn't feel regretful at all. He didn't regret that he had met Molly at that underground passage, that he had cajoled her into talking to him on a whim, and that he finally composed The Summer Breeze for her. He knew it was wrong, but he wouldn't trade anything else for that in the world. On the contrary, he felt fortunate to have even met her again on the street in London. If it wasn't for that, he would have never had a chance to experience true love which his mother had sacrificed her life for. "Spark--"

He finally opened his eyes and smiled sincerely at the woman in front of him. The melancholy in his eyes was gone. "The sound of the Stradivarius violin is unbelievably pure and clear. It is true that every violinist dreams of owning it."

Molly's train of thought was interrupted by Spark's easy words. She kept silent as he slid back into his seat in front of her. Despite the distress weighing her heart down, she couldn't make her lips say anything at that moment. She just looked at him, and every word she thought seemed to be enveloped by his pure grin.

*

Brian's eyes looked tranquil and quiet, but he was actually getting rather impatient. He glanced at his watch--it was already nine o'clock at night and Molly had yet to return home. He was alone in this spacious house that was always quiet. He left the wine glass on the bar counter with furrowed brows, and went upstairs to his study.

He went to his computer and booted it up. When it was done, he opened a certain application on the desktop. As his fingers danced on the keyboard, a string of instructions flashed on the monitor screen. Brian pressed "Enter" after a beep sound, and a satellite imagery materialized on the screen. A blinking red dot slowly appeared at its center.

Brian typed out another instruction, and the location of that red dot was displayed: a cake shop right across the Sasha Music Troupe. Frowning slightly, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Brian Long!" Tony greeted respectfully on the other line.

"Go and see who's with Molly at the cake shop across the Sasha Music Troupe." Pausing for a second, he added, "And send the address and other relevant information of that cake shop to me." "Right away, Mr. Brian Long."

Brian hung up the call and stared at the red dot still flashing on the screen, muttering doubtfully to himself, "Mol, when did you ever start having a sweet tooth?"

In all the time he spent with her, Molly never took a liking to sweet foods. She was the opposite of Wing and Shirley, and she wasn't likely to set foot in a cake shop.

*

Molly left the cake shop and walked alone outside in a sea of neon lights. She didn't know what to think or how to act around Spark, and besides she didn't have a choice but to leave.

Molly paused at the center of the street and observed the bustling crowd under the city lights. She didn't know what she should do or where she should go next. Her perplexed gaze eventually turned into a blank stare.

She dropped her head to look at her feet while smiling bitterly to herself. After a while, she just dragged her legs and moved forward to wherever it took her. She didn't have a destination, but her legs just kept moving automatically.

Unbeknownst to her, a figure had followed behind her after she left the cake shop. It was a man of medium height, wearing a peaked cap, short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He looked rather ordinary as he smoothly blended in among the evening pedestrians. He kept tailing her from a distance patiently. When he noticed the confused look on her face and discovered that she was in a trance, he approached her at a nearer distance quietly, careful to not get noticed by anyone.

Molly walked along the streets aimlessly and didn't notice that she was gradually going off the beaten track. The street lamps cast a dim light through the thick foliage and on her little figure. She looked extremely lonely and helpless wandering alone at night. The man followed her at slow and steady paces. He obviously had great patience as Molly took all the time in the world strolling. Finally, they arrived at a fork road. Nobody else could be seen around, and there was no other sound except for the chirping of the insects. At this point, the man got closer to her and prepared for his next move.

A hand appeared out of the blue from behind Molly.

Molly felt something that was suddenly pressed over her mouth. Her eyes went wide and the scent of a strong chemical flooded her senses. Her consciousness quickly slipped away and before she could have reacted, her body collapsed.

*

Tony drove the car and headed to the cake shop as he asked his men to check any information on it over the phone. When he finally arrived, he got out of his car and looked around the street and through the cake shop's windows. He entered it discreetly and tried to look for Molly among the diners. Molly was nowhere to be seen.

He walked out of the shop as soon as he got the data from his men and still he hadn't found her. After browsing through the data, his brows knitted together tightly and he dialed Brian's number. He reported, "Mrs. Molly Long has left here half an hour ago, Mr. Brian Long." Brian who was now standing by the large window in his study, clamped a lit cigarette between his fingers as he listened silently to Tony's report.

"Besides, I've got the data of this shop." Tony continued, "It's owned by Harrow."

Brian put out the cigarette in an ashtray. His stone-cold face displayed no emotions. He lowered his head as he stared at the cooling cigarette butt as a hint of wickedness flashed in his obsidian eyes.

Even on the phone, Tony could almost feel the wrath exuding from Brian in waves at the other end of the call. He turned back to glance at the cake shop behind him and let out a sigh he'd been holding for a while.

Molly hadn't returned home but stayed at the shop instead. The truth was plainly out there for him to realize and the reality of it slapped him on the face. Although owned by Harrow, the shop was actually run by Spark. Brian replied shortly and ended the call. He remained still by the window and stared at the villa's gates.

As time slowly dragged through the night, Brian felt his blood run cold with every passing second. Another half an hour passed by, but Molly still hadn't returned.

Brian's face darkened and he turned around to sit down at his desk. He typed something quickly on the keyboard and Molly's location appeared on the screen again--this time, in a residential building.

Brian's forehead scrunched in confusion as he scrutinized the screen, and his phone rang in that exact moment. He glanced at the caller ID--it was an anonymous number. Something flashed in his calculating eyes as he put the phone near his ear and said, "I'm Brian." "Mr. Brian Long," a mechanical voice replied from the other end of the call, which was obviously made with a machine. "your wife is here with me. Come here to the HT Warehouse in the southern district in an hour if you want her safe and sound. You'd better come as soon as possible, or I'm afraid that I would hurt her accidentally."

Without waiting for Brian's answer, the caller hung up the phone quickly, leaving no chance for Brian to track his signal.

Brian stared at the red dot with cold, half-lidded eyes. Suddenly, his face had a sharp, penetrating look on it in realization and the room was filled with a murderous aura.

He quickly got up from his chair, his face still cold as ever and bolted out of the room.

From her bedroom window, Lucy heard the roar of the vehicle engine and saw Brian's car rushing out of the villa's gates.

Brian didn't drive towards the southern district where the caller said his wife was. Instead, the car headed to the opposite direction--the northern district. 00000