Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 658 It Is Not A Game Anymore (Part Two)

She couldn't digest what he was saying. It sounded like he actually meant what he was saying, but Molly had had enough of his false promises. She turned around to look at him and said, "That was nothing but a sham--" Before she could finish her argument, he brought down his lips on hers. Molly did not fight him this time. She knew that it would be useless to try. Tears flowed down her cheeks, wet her ears and stained the pillow.

"Mol..." came another painful call. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. She tried not to show her agony, but she failed miserably and lost all control over her emotions. It overflowed, like a broken dam.

To add to the dull, heavy atmosphere inside the bedroom, rain pattered down and hit their windows. The dark sky and the raindrops only made the scene more depressing.

There was a flash of lightning, like a sword cutting through the dark sky and a loud thunder followed, hammering down the broken hearts of the two people on the bed.

Molly's nose twitched and she started trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks, went down her neck, and touched Brian's lips. When he got the taste of her salty tears, Brian stopped kissing her and raised his head. Her face was bathed in tears. A pang of ache seized his heart.

He had foreseen all of this, but why did the pain still overwhelm him?

"Mol...Mol..." he murmured as he kissed away the tears on her face. Then he lowered his head on her wet shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. His tightly closed eyes were moist.

Even the fire in their bodies couldn't warm their broken hearts. Brian sat up. When Molly opened her eyes, she saw him walk into the bathroom. She heard the shower running and she turned back to face the wall. Now, there was just one lonely shadow on it. Brian turned the temperature of the shower to cold. He let the cold water splash down his head and let it cool him off.

He had one hand pressed against the wall. He stood under the shower head with his head down, strands of wet hair falling over his eyes, covering his deep sorrow.

The pain was overwhelming and he wanted to let out the pent-up anguish.

He punched the wall with all his might. Blood streamed down the wet wall, leaving a spooky, bloody trail in the shower.

Molly stared at the ceiling aimlessly, listening to the rain spatter against the window and the sound of the splashing water coming from the bathroom. Her heart sank when she heard the loud bang from the shower. Her face started stinging from the nonstop tears. She didn't know which was colder - the rain or her broken heart.

*

The rain was pouring mercilessly throughout the night.

Under the dim streetlight, the heavy rain looked like misty bead curtains.

There were very few pedestrians in the streets due to the nasty weather. Cars hurried past, passing puddles and splattering the water in all directions. A silver Porsche was parked by the side of the road, which was being splashed with mud and water every now and then by the rushing traffic. It was an extremely lonely and gloomy night.

From the corner of the street, a woman in a cream linen dress and one-decimeter high-heels walked steadily, holding a black umbrella. The umbrella was held so low that her face was hidden under it. The rain was so heavy that despite the umbrella, both her feet and her skirt were drenched. But she didn't seem bothered by it. She seemed relaxed and calm for a woman who was walking alone on a rainy, deserted night.

She didn't stop until she came to the Porsche. The car window rolled down slowly. Rain splashed into the car like dancing elves.

"What a splendid time you have picked for our meeting," a female voice complained from inside the car. "Get in."

"No thanks," the woman with the umbrella said. Her voice sounded lively, yet deep. Her tone was a little indifferent as she said, "I came to hear your plan. I have to go back as soon as possible. I don't want to cause any suspicion."

The woman in the car stayed silent for a few seconds. Then she asked with an arched eyebrow, "If that is the case, then why couldn't we just talk over the phone?"

"Hmph!" the woman with the umbrella snorted at her unintelligent question. "Brian must have definitely taken measures to protect Molly. I haven't found out what measures he has taken yet. Even if he hasn't, I couldn't take the risk of talking on the phone. A face-to-face meeting like this is much safer."

"Aren't you worried that you might have been followed?" the woman inside the car asked with a sneer.

"That's my problem. Let me worry about it," the woman with the umbrella answered.

For a moment, the woman in the car didn't say anything. Then she picked up a plastic bag from the car and handed it to her, "This is my plan."

The other woman took it from her and slowly said, "I hope this works." After a pause, she lowered her eyes to look at the bag and said, "But Miss Song, I don't want to hurt innocent people."

Hannah looked ahead as she sat inside the car. The windshield was flooded by the rain. The vision was nothing but a blur. The only thing she could see was the dim light of the street lamps within the mist and the rain.

"Don't worry," Hannah said. "We are just helping each other. You know what I want. And by the way," Hannah paused. She turned her head to look at the woman outside, but since she was standing right outside the car, she could not see her face properly, only the torso of her body. "Are you interested in Daniel's life?" Hannah asked.

The woman with the umbrella thought about it and said, "We will talk about that when he gets out of the rehabilitation center."

Her cold tone betrayed no emotion. Hannah gave a faint smile. Her lips were shiny because of the expensive lip-gloss she was wearing. "Alright. Whenever you want to talk about it, just let me know. You are my partner. Consider it a gift." Hannah looked ahead again. There was no mistaking the cruelty in her eyes.

She rolled up the car window. The dark window kept every one of her little secrets inside. With the sound of the raindrops getting much lower, it was much quieter in the car now that the windows were rolled up.

Hannah started the car. After taking another look at the blurry figure outside, she drove off. The woman with the umbrella stood there for a little while and then headed back. Her steps were as steady as when she had come for the secret meeting. She held the plastic bag tightly against her chest so as to not get it wet from the harsh rain.

*

The sky remained gray the next morning. The rain was not done yet.

Molly had a sleepless night. When she got out of bed in the morning, she felt lightheaded; her eyes were swollen and there were dark circles under her eyes. After freshening up, she got dressed and was ready to go downstairs. Standing at the top of the staircase, she instinctively looked at the dining table. Nobody was there. Breakfast was served hot on the table.

She looked back at Brian's bedroom. The door was closed. She looked at the study, its door was closed too. A bitter smile crept over her lips. She quietly descended the stairs.

"Mrs. Molly Long, it is cold today. You need to wear warmer clothes," Lisa said as soon as she saw her.

Molly looked outside through the French window. It was foggy and overcast. She was in a daze for a while. Even during summers, it remained chilly after a rain in A City. Molly forced a smile and said, "I am fine. It had been really hot for a long time. It finally cooled down a little." Lisa sighed resignedly and said, "Then eat something before you go to work."

As she looked at the empty seats, Molly felt a surge of sadness run through her body. She looked up at the study and at Brian's bedroom. She said to Lisa, "I'm not hungry. I'm going to work. Bye, Lisa."

Lisa watched her leave with a worried look on her face. She looked upstairs too. Then she shook her head with a sigh and went into the kitchen.

Molly took an umbrella from the storeroom, put it in her bag and walked towards the gate with her head down.

All of a sudden, the roar of a car engine broke the silence. She lifted her head and saw a car streaking towards her. Molly couldn't react. Her eyes widened in terror.