Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 719 I'll Never Sign The Divorce Agreement (Part One)

The greatest pain that you have inflicted upon me is that you spared no effort in making me believe that I meant everything to you yesterday, yet you behave like I'm nothing to you today. Your loveless look is like a sharp knife darted directly at my heart.

"I understand that he doesn't remember me anymore. But what about Mark? He's his son. How can he just disown Mark?" Molly's lips trembled in agony, as she tried to ignore the stabbing pain in her heart. She held Mark's tiny hand firmly in her left hand, and had the divorce agreement clutched tightly in her right. Brian's signature on it was as beautiful as a flying dragon; there was no hesitation when he had signed it.

Eric crouched beside Molly, his legs crossed leisurely. "Brian has lost all his memories of you, Mol," he said, looking at Molly. He then rested his eyes on Mark, who looked visibly distressed. He paused to steady himself because he had no idea how Molly would react to his next words. He continued with dismay, "You're just a stranger in his eyes. And if it weren't for Mark, he would have..."

"Killed me?" Molly cut in before Eric could finish his sentence. She stared into his eyes with a bitter smile on her face, "Or hand me over to the Black Wolf?"

Eric frowned, not knowing how to answer Molly's questions. It was highly probable that Brian would do any of those things to Molly if he thought she was in his way. There was not a time in his life when he had lessened his ingrained coldness in front of any woman, except for the one he loved. And because of his cold heart, no woman dared to get close to him without his permission. Since he had forgotten everything about Molly, she was just one of those ordinary women now. He would not show her any mercy if she were to become a hindrance in his life.

"Uncle Eric," Mark called him in a low voice, "Will Papa Brian leave Mommy and me?" His childish voice was filled with sadness and he sobbed. He was happy when he was told that his Papa Brian had finally woken up from the coma. He had gone to see him with so much excitement. But his visit had only made Papa Brian feel detested. He had looked at him with a disgusted expression, refusing to recognize him as his son. After hearing the whole story from his grandmother, though Papa Brian had accepted the fact that he was his son, Papa Brian still disliked him. Papa Brian hadn't called out his name or hugged him ever since he had regained his consciousness.

Tears rushed into Mark's eyes as he thought about Brian's changed attitude towards him. But he bit his lips hard to prevent himself from crying out loud. Nor did he raise his head up to look at his mother because he knew that his tears would only aggrieve her more. Mark wiped his little teardrops away swiftly. His father had forgotten all about his mother. As the only man his mother had right now, he had to be brave and tough to give her the strength she needed.

Mark looked pitiful under his pretended toughness. Eric swept him up into his arms, caressed his head and said, "Don't be sad, Mark. You and your mother mean everything to your Papa Brian. His memories about you both will come back to him, even if he remembers nothing about you now."

"Really, Uncle Eric?" murmured Mark, keeping his head low.

"Yes, I promise," said Eric in a low voice as he felt sad and sorry for the little boy. He held him for a while in a firmer embrace.

It would be unjust to blame Brian for all the sufferings that Molly and Mark were undergoing. After all, he loved them very much and was willing to do everything for Molly. Maybe their past was such a burden for both of them. And there had been so many misunderstandings between them. This was the consequence they had to bear.

The lift opened with a clear 'bing'.

Molly jumped from the floor quickly. She stared in the direction of the lift door, her crystal eyes full of anticipation. A glint of disappointment flashed in her eyes when she saw Shirley walk out of the lift.

"Little Molly," said Shirley as she approached her and took her hand, "come with me." Then she turned to Eric, "Eric, Mark stays with you. Take care of him."

"Yes, Aunt Shirley." Shirley had already walked away with Molly to the lift before Eric could finish his words. He glanced at Mark and carried him up in his arms once again, "Mark, I'll take you to see your Daddy, okay?"

Mark nodded, obediently. Eric let out a silent, exhausted sigh. He walked into another lift with Mark in his arms and went downstairs to the parking lot. Then he drove towards the Summer Breeze.

Shirley led Molly to the parking lot and then walked to her car. She kept her silence all the way.

"Mom, where are we going?" asked Molly with a frown when Shirley shoved her into the car.

Shirley fastened her seat belt before casting Molly a glance, "Brian is at a party." She started the car and continued, "Richie told me."

Molly was at a complete loss. She hung her head low and her lips quivered. She whispered, "Does he hate me so much? He doesn't even want to see me anymore." "He'd rather go to a party than spend a minute with me. He doesn't have to go to any party in A City if he doesn't wish to. So he's obviously doing this to avoid me, ' Molly thought, vexed by her fate.

Shirley glanced at Molly from the corner of her eye, catching the grief on her face. She drove the car out of the parking lot and said to her calmly, "Little Molly, Brian has lost his memories. So there are things..."

"I know, Mom." Molly took a deep breath and said, "Bri has done so much for me. I'll not blame him for what is happening now. It's not his fault." She flashed a sad smile before continuing, "I'm okay, Mom. I'll be his wife, as long as I don't sign this divorce agreement. He cannot change that truth." "That's very perceptive of you. Very good." A relaxed smile broke across Shirley's face. She stepped on the gas and drove towards the Sophia Hotel at full speed.

The Summer Breeze was in a chaos.

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

Manny and the other attendants were gathering at the kitchen door, watching helplessly as their boss bustled about in the kitchen. They had worried looks on their faces, but they didn't move a muscle. The kitchen was a complete mess. Things went flying to the floor from all directions. Sometimes it was a plate, sometimes it was a coffee cup. Scattered on the floor were china fragments of various colors. The place was shrouded in an oppressive air. There was another loud clank and the girls at the door jumped in fear.

A teacup landed on the floor, breaking into pieces. Spark had no idea how many cups and plates he had smashed in the last few minutes. He suddenly stopped moving and sank into total silence, his right hand trembling. In his left hand was the creamer with which he had intended to prepare a latte art.

The brownish-black coffee had splashed across the floor to form a sad abstract painting. Spark gave out a mocking laugh. He squinted to dispel the mist in his eyes, and his eyes darkened in a daze of melancholy. "Nanny..."

called Spark. Manny gazed at Spark and replied, "Yes?"

Silence filled the air. Everybody heard what Spark said next. In a quiet voice, he said, "Please announce this news for me," he paused and folded his palms in an attempt to fasten them into fists. But he failed. All he could do was stretch his fingers and then bend them lightly with all his strength. He continued in utter dismay, "I'm quitting my career as a violinist. My time is over now. I have no talent left in me."

"Spark?" uttered Manny, his mouth agape in disbelief. His eyes were slowly turning misty. He had never thought that he'd actually hear Spark say that. 000