Love Began with the First Meeting -
Chapter 638 When You're Downhearted, Nothing Matters (Part Two)
"I'm alright," Brian regained his poise, "Take the food away."
He went upstairs into the study, but instead of turning on the light, he stood before the window, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. His every movement indicated utter loneliness. The darkness grew thicker, swallowing the lights all around, nipping away at the final thread of Brian's hope and joy.
He was immersed in complete darkness, aside from the light of the blazing cigarette. The smoke swirled up and filled the room.
Under the same night sky, Molly collapsed onto the floor, head leaned against the door as she gazed out the window. She felt overwhelmed by the darkness as well.
And once again, the sound of the violin solo cut through the silence. The phone screen twinkled, breaking the darkness which was around her.
Molly gradually shifted her eyes to the bed. It took her a long time to pull herself together. She stood up, but almost stumbled because of her numb feet.
Before she could reach the phone, the ringing stopped and the screen went dark. She took the phone in an attempt to see the number, but the phone jingled again with Spark's photo on it. The picture was of Spark playing the violin. She had taken it while she was acting as his assistant during his practice.
"Spark?"
"Mol!" Spark's worried voice immediately filled Molly's ears, "Why didn't you go to work today?"
Molly thought for a second, then answered, "I caught a cold, so I took a few days off." Her hoarse voice was the perfect proof.
"Did you go to the doctor?"
"Yes," Molly smiled, "I went to the doctor and I'm taking medicine too."
"It's late. Were you sleeping?" Spark had just realized that it was almost midnight.
"No, I wasn't. I slept too much during the day."
Spark nestled against the column of the baker's house in the second floor, eyes fixed on the building across the street, "I'm free now. We could talk for a while and kill some time."
Molly moved to the bed, laid down, legs outspread, "Okay..." She didn't know what else to say. It was as if some part of her heart was missing. Spark's gentle voice reminded her of the Island where they had lived a carefree life.
Their conversation floated around every topic they could think of. Spark was very sensitive and considerate. He didn't miss the unhappiness in her voice. "Mol, do you remember the time when we attended the charity concert in Paris?"
"Yeah," Molly beamed at the memory, "You kept playing the violin to comfort the lost child, yet he cried harder and louder." She laughed.
"Yeah," Spark said as he rolled his eyes, "And you told me there wouldn't be anyone who didn't like music, but the child just cried hysterically as I continued playing. I remember that you called him a weirdo."
"What's even more incredible was that you dove into the water to stop him from crying," Molly laughed, "And the kid criticized your diving style too."
"Well, that was not my fault," Spark shrugged, "Who could have guessed that his father was a diving champion? There was no way that I could hold a candle to him."
"But you dove in, with the violin!"
"My back was against the wall."
They chatted merrily for a while.
Meanwhile, Brian was standing outside her door with a cup of milk. He was just about to open the door when he heard their joyful chatting. He loosened his grip on the doorknob and stayed there. He just listened to them talking, pretty much like a peeping Tom. Yet what he received was not gossip, just poignancy and sorrow.
The next several days witnessed Brian moping around. He didn't even go to the yard, let alone leave the villa.
Molly, on the other hand, was present for every meal, but she would go back up immediately after she was done eating. After all, she had nowhere else to go because Brian had dictated that she couldn't leave the villa since he had already asked her boss for three days off. They remained silent and indifferent in their standoff, whereas the Dragon Island had gone through three days of drastic tensions. All of the news presses had their eyes on the Island.
"Let's now turn to the latest news of the Dragon Island," a journalist reported amid a sea of cameras and flashes, "a meeting of the National Congress is to be held in this hall in half an hour. The incumbent Ruler, Frank Long, will step down, and will be succeeded by Eric Long officially after the inauguration ceremony."
Molly gazed at the screen as the camera swept through the central square and the ranges upon ranges of mountains. She felt so familiar, yet she couldn't remember a thing about the place. That made her frown.
She had lived in the Dragon Island for several years when she was little. But her memories about that time was a blur. The only thing she could be sure about was that she had lived there once. But the images on the TV screen racked her hidden memories. Her brain was moving so fast, trying to patch up her memories, but in vain.
"Mrs. Long, here is some oat porridge which Mr. Brian Long had told me to stew before he left the villa," Lisa said as she put the white porcelain bowl on the table. She had really hoped to see some improvement in their relationship, yet things had taken a turn for the
worse.
Molly cast a glance at the porridge, then asked, "He's out?"
Seeing Molly's enthusiasm to know about Brian's whereabouts, Lisa's eyes lit up, "Yes, it looked like it was something urgent. Mr. Brian Long left hastily."
"I see," Molly furrowed her brows before beaming, "Lisa, I don't need anything now. You can get back to your work."
As Molly became disinterested again, Lisa sighed and left.
She returned her attention to the screen. The journalist had said that the meeting would start in half an hour. The show was now giving a tour of the Dragon Island's historical and cultural background, gearing up for the big event. And as the host went on and on about the Island's details, Molly grew more confused. The missing memory haunted her.
*
At the Dragon Island.
Congressmen, all spruced up, entered the hall one after the other, while some were still chatting in the corridor, and Reuben, the executive minister, was quite a catch.
Arrogantly, Jeff leaned against the wall. He was winning a lot of attention as seldom was someone as young as Jeff able to earn a seat at the Congress.
His phone buzzed. He glanced around before picking up the call.
"Jeff, Brian just left," Lucy said in a low voice. She had tried so hard to approach Molly for the past three days, yet all her efforts had failed.
"Just play by ear. The meeting is about to begin. I should go," Jeff answered, his smile intact.
Lucy thought for a second, and then said, "Okay, I know what to do." "This is my first time walking into this hall.
I'm a bit nervous, actually," Jeff added, yet his tone was calm as always. "Jeff, rest assured," Lucy promised confidently, "I can handle things over here.
And as for Molly, she is not gonna get away this time."
"I believe in you," Jeff responded, "After our plan succeeds, let's have dinner together. I've found an excellent seafood restaurant."
Touched, Lucy smiled and said, "Jeff, this time, we'll make it."
Jeff hung up, his eyes laced with covert smiles. Now that the situation had changed and Brian was not with Molly, Lucy thought that she could definitely fulfill her job. She had planned to burn her boats. But now, it looked like she didn't have to take extreme measures.
*
As the clock ticked, the hall gradually filled up with people. When everyone was seated, the door was pushed open and the guards lined along either sides of the door. Frank walked in, hands in his pockets. He was graceful and sophisticated in the slick black suit. Eric was right behind him in a silver grey suit, with his signature roguish smile.
Eric took his seat at the center of the first row as Frank went to the stage. The crowd stood up and saluted him.
As motioned by Frank, Farrell moved forward and declared the meeting open.
*
Lucy slowly took out the little box from her drawer which had the micro-syringe. She got the syringe out and filled it with the anesthetic before walking towards the villa.
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