Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 695 Spark Was Kidnapped! (Part One)

Fate. It was something that could never be set in stone. Like a spring, its versatility depended on one's interpretation, and yearning for the thrill of life. Ultimately, fate was something that could be swayed by people's choices.

It seemed like just any other day at the Summer Breeze Bakery.

Spark, who was leaning against the window, held the violin and bow in his left hand. His right hand deep in his trouser's pocket.

With a hint of sadness on his face, his amber eyes gradually lost focus, as if falling into several layers of darkness. "Spark," Manny said upon offering him a cup of coffee. He took a look at him and asked, "Are you ready to leave?"

Coming out of his reverie, Spark looked at Manny with hesitation and said, "She... She hasn't gotten her happiness yet." Then he concealed his sadness behind his usual arrogance. "What's more is that," he added promptly, "Wing's melody isn't complete just yet. Not only that, but I also promised Mr. Brian Long that it'll be finished. And as you well know, that kind of melody doesn't always come easy, but it is the greatest dream of any performer in the world." Slowly lifting the violin under his jaw, he placed the bow in his right hand and pulled the string gently. Then he continued to say, "Besides, I have the Stradivarius violin in my hands now. It was practically born for that melody." As he closed his eyes gently, he began to play the melody, A Mark of Summer, which gradually produced a breathtaking effect so powerful that it could penetrate deep into a person's heart.

Manny shrugged his shoulders, and agreed with Spark's remark. "Well, it's great that you've made your decision. After what happened the last time..." his voice trailed, "I don't think you're the old wayward Spark anymore." Manny paused, and then looked at Spark's immersion in the sound of his instrument and said, "Since you've let go of the past, all of that anger and resentment, I suggest that you go back and have a talk with your father... After all, no one can really judge what's right or wrong in a relationship, other than the ones who are involved in it, right?"

Abruptly, Spark stopped playing. The melody was cut short. He slowly opened his eyes into a glare, only to soften it immediately upon quickly realizing how hasty his initial reaction was. As soon as he calmed down, he continued to play with his eyes closed. This time, he made the effort to finish the melody. 'Violin is his life, and Molly is his soul. But if his soul were to disappear, he still has to live, doesn't he?' Manny thought.

He glanced at Spark, sighing discreetly as he turned away. He knew that Spark heard and understood his words, and decided not to delve into the topic any further. Only those who had been in these people's shoes would understand what they were going through. It allowed them to sympathize more thoughtfully with their unique experience.

Just as Manny walked out the restroom, he saw Harrow leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. A bit surprised, Manny closed the door behind him.

"Thank you!" said Harrow sincerely. Apparently, he had been there the whole time and overheard Manny's conversation with Spark just now. He had been busy in the last few days and didn't plan on seeing Spark at all. And yet, he couldn't help it. He felt guilty towards his younger brother. On top of everything, their father was in the hospital and refused to be visited by anyone else except Spark. Both Harrow and his elder brother knew how much their father expected Spark to visit him at the hospital.

"I don't want him to relive a painful memory all over again," Manny shared with Harrow lightheartedly, "It's just that, after walking out from the past, Spark's been stuck in the present. God!" Manny exclaimed in exasperation.

Hearing his words, Harrow sighed deeply as well. They both knew, however, that no one could help Spark as he, like his mother, was fully devoted to loving one person.

"I won't be going in to say hi," said Harrow, glancing at the closed door. "Please don't tell him that I was here."

Manny nodded, fully understanding. Then, they walked out of Summer Breeze Bakery. Half an hour after they left, two men in black suits walked in. Haughty and standoffish, both looked around the empty bakery store. Their eyes were full of darkness and animosity. "Hello, gentlemen. Would you like to eat here or will it be for takeaway?" The waiter asked, putting on a forced smile. When he saw the cold eyes of these customers, his heart skipped a beat, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Where's your boss?" asked one of the two men, who seemed to be the one in charge.

"Boss... our boss isn't usually here at this hour," The waiter replied boldly.

"Go and replace him," ordered the man flatly, "Just tell him that Mr. Brian is looking for him."

"Huh?" The waiter asked, confused.

"What, huh?" The leader seemed to be irritated. With a bloodthirsty look, he spoke again in a high voice, "Just go and replace him immediately. Now!"

The waiter jumped back in fear, and hurried away from them.

A moment later, Spark showed up and looked at the two men in front of him. He asked coolly, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Brian Long wants to see you!" The chattier one replied. His tone had changed, it was more courteous towards Spark than it was towards the waiter earlier.

"If he's looking for me," said Spark hesitantly, frowning. "Then why didn't he come here himself?"

"Well, why don't you ask him yourself when you see him?" The men's facial expression didn't change. "Now you need to come with us." As these words were uttered, the men in black turned around.

The waiter looked at the men timidly, and tugged Spark's sleeves. "B-boss..." he said, worried, about his boss' safety. He didn't think it was wise for his boss to go with these men in black suits.

He gulped in horror, however, when the quieter one out of the two men glared at him. The waiter instinctively stopped holding Spark's sleeve.

Spark narrowed his eyes, speaking coldly, "I didn't know that Brian's men bully weaker people,"

The quieter one finally spoke, just as menacingly, "Please, come with us now,"

Spark shook his head in disbelief, and assured the waiter that he was going to be fine. Then he followed the two men out of Summer Breeze. When they reached the side of the road, Spark saw a shabby business car. He couldn't help but look at the men suspiciously as they opened the door and waited for him to get in. "You guys don't work for Mr. Brian Long, do you?"

Both were momentarily surprised, until the one in charge spoke calmly, "Spark, if we're not Mr. Brian Long's men, then who do you think we are?"

Spark smirked, saying, "I may not be close pal with Brian, but I'm pretty sure that he's a generous man," Then he glanced pointedly at the business car, "Brian would never pick me up in such a shabby car. He wouldn't want to ruin his reputation over it."

The men shared a look. Just as Spark was about to leave, they grabbed him on both sides and, in broad daylight, threw him into the business car. "If Mr. Brian Long's looking for you, then you should simply just go. Why must you complicate things? Who would reject Mr. Brian Long's invitation in A City, anyway?"00000000