Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 672 The Plot (Part One)

The fact is we were just a step away from the happiness that we had longed for or probably a step ahead due to our rashness. We saw it slip away when it was just within our arm's reach.

Molly followed Spark downstairs. But her heart did not accompany her because it chose to be left behind in the room with Brian. She felt a sweet nostalgic pain in her heart when she had seen him there. She had no idea that he would be here too. The current situation was indeed beyond her expectations. They hadn't seen each other in quite a while. And now, Molly suddenly realized that she was living a lie which she had made up in her mind. After all the pain and the heartache, she still loved Brian. She was willing to give up everything, even her pride, for him.

Yes, she had once thrown away the ring he had given her. But she had also painstakingly searched to retrieve it back in complete darkness. She carried the ring with her wherever she went, like it were a part of her. She had gone mad with rage after replaceing out that Fly had thrown it away, and had dashed in search of it like a lunatic, regardless of the pouring rain. She wished to hold on tight to the ring that Brian had given her, though she had manifested a strong intention to leave him. Her true desire became more and more conspicuous as time went by. Since the ring was the only thing she had in hand testifying the love between her and Brian, she couldn't afford to lose it.

"Mol... Mol?"

a gentle voice spoke to Molly by her ear. It brought Molly back from her distant land. She turned and saw Spark's amber eyes under his mask. "What?" asked Molly with a confused look.

Spark frowned as he looked into her eyes and asked with concern, "Are you feeling okay, Mol? Are you drunk?"

"I..." answered Molly, her lips trembling, "I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy." Her body was sour from the crazy lovemaking. Brian had lasted longer than usual and his lust was uncontrollable. And unlike before, Brian had thrust into her so fiercely, like he wanted to embed his body completely into hers. It was like he was trying to claim her as his own.

Spark looked at her zoned out face. Instead of asking anymore questions, Spark said flatly, "I'll go downstairs and inform Wing that we're leaving. Then, I'll drive you home. Okay?"

Molly nodded. She lowered her gaze to the ground, sinking into deep thoughts again.

The doors of the lift opened with a clear mechanical sound when it arrived at the floor where the party was being held.

It was happy hours in the party hall. Men and women wearing various luxurious masks danced around in the dancing pool. Those who had chosen to stay in the lounge were also talking fervently and making toasts to each other in high spirits. The atmosphere was extremely humid.

"Spark, I'll wait for you here." Molly felt agitated at the sight of the crazy scene. She'd rather stay there than shoulder her way through the fervent dancing crowd.

Spark looked around once and nodded, "Okay. I'll come back soon. You stay here and don't go anywhere. You understand me, Mol?"

"Yes, yes. Just go and do what you have to do," Molly said and threw herself onto a sofa nearby. She slid into the soft fabric, exhausted to the core.

Spark watched her sit lazily on the sofa and left to look for Wing. He stepped into the crowd, looking around for her. He remembered that she was wearing a purple dress, but the lights were so dim and there were so many people around him that he could not spot her. In his nervous state, he could not help but look back in the direction where Molly was seated to make sure that she was still there.

Molly sat still on the sofa all the while Spark was looking for Wing. The pain and discomfort in her body reminded how crazy they had gone for each other in that room. Something had been etched into her memory that she would never forget until she breathed her last. She remembered how she had slid into Brian's bed several years back in this very hotel. She remembered how they had branded kisses on each other's body in the foyer while the others were celebrating Mr. Song's birthday in the next hall.

"Mol," Spark addressed her as he walked towards her, "Let's go."

Molly was called back mercilessly from her fond memories. She looked up at Spark in her stupor. Then she nodded and finally regained her composure. She sat up from the sofa and felt around for her bag. She said in an uncertain tone, "Where is my bag?" "Huh?"

"I can't replace my bag. It's not here."

"Did you leave it in the room?" Spark asked her.

Molly's hands immediately stopped searching for the bag. She could not think of any other place where she could have left her bag. She said in a faltering voice, "I probably left it in the room."

"You wait here, Mol. I'll go get it," said Spark, turning around to go upstairs.

"No, Spark! I'll go myself," Molly exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa. Sensing the suspicion in his eyes, Molly calmed herself down, "Uh... I'll go and get it myself. You should get some rest, Spark. You must be tired." Saying that, she scurried away before Spark could protest or ask further questions.

Spark's eyes sunk as he watched Molly leave in a fluster. He was there at the door when Molly had come out of the room. As a man, he had sensed something in Molly the moment she had come into his view. The atmosphere in the room, the chemical smell coming from Molly, and her responses... All of it pointed to one explanation - there was someone in the room whom she deeply desired, mentally and physically.

Spark felt weak. His legs gave out and he let himself fall onto the sofa in frustration. He leaned his back slowly against the back of the sofa. He had no strength left in him. His eyes turned lusterless and hollow as the thought struck him. Spark felt a stinging pain in his eyes when he looked straight at the dim yellow lights. Molly had always had a serious approach towards sex. Even if she was drunk, she would only surrender her body to someone she loved. So it was obvious that it must have been Brian in that room. He sighed in defeat.

A bitter smile of mockery broke across his face. He closed his eyes in despair, trying to ignore the pain in his heart.

No matter how much he tried, he would never be the one for her.

Molly felt anxious as she got off on the floor where the room was situated. She had asked for the backup room-card from the attendant. The thick carpet ate away the sound of her footsteps. Molly felt nervous as she approached the room step by step. She was so flustered that she could clearly hear the throbs of her heart inside her chest.

Molly bit her lips to rally her courage. She stood in front of the door and looked at it, afraid of opening it. She wondered how she could face Brian if she went into the room and found him awake. But the truth was that neither of them were unaware of what was happening. They knew full well that they were making crazy love.

Molly reached out her hand slowly for the door knob, and put the room card close to the sensor. The door unlocked with a beep. She turned the knob as gently as she could, lest the noise wake Brian up.

As she was about to enter the dark room, she heard a fit of panting from inside and a woman's sensual murmurs. Molly stopped in her tracks and her hand froze on the doorknob.

"Be gentle, Brian..."