Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 768 Danger (Part One)

While the ocean is the sky upside down, you're the only one to trigger my tears.

*The setting sunlight filtered by the heavy navy curtain cast a dark blue-orange glow across the carpeted floor of the room. The air was tense. Molly stood defiantly in front of Brian and asked, "Were you happy when Mark called you 'uncle'?"

The deep jet black irises of Brian gazed at Molly as her own orbs mirrored sadness and anger in them. His deep voice spoke, "Molly, I don't need to pretend." His face remained stone-cold and his eyes were still apathetic as ever. "It doesn't matter how Mark calls me. He's my son, whether he remembers me or not. Similarly, the fact that he's my son will never change, whether I remember him or not. Do you understand?" he added.

The vein in Molly's temple throbbed slightly. "Do you have to put it this way?" she asked as her large eyes remained fixated on Brian. When he said those words, it felt like her heart was scratched against a charred surface and it hurt like hell. Her voice turned a bit hoarse as she said, "You can tell me straight that you don't want me any longer, and you can even tell me that you're too tired to love me any longer. But why do you choose to refuse me in this way?"

She smiled gently, despite her teary reddened eyes. "Brian, even if you view me as an object, you can't just grasp me by force when you want me then discard me when you don't want me. I'm not some garbage used by you!" she added fiercely.

The thin lips of Brian frowned into a scowl at Molly's words of self-depreciation.

She took a deep breath and forced her cowardliness to retreat to the deepest pits of her mind. Her eyes scanned her surroundings then she said, "Nothing has changed in the furnishing or decoration in your study. The same can be said for the whole villa. Everything is still where they were. As a person so persistent with your own habits, it is impossible for you to forget me, besides you love me so much!"

At her words, Brian sneered and said, "Love you? Don't you need..."

"Shut up!" the loud voice of Molly cut him off abruptly. She suddenly turned rude and brash out of the blue. While Brian slightly frowned at this and turned his dark and cold eyes to look at her, her feet walked towards him and her hands pushed his chest forward without warning. Brian was caught off-guard, so his legs stumbled backward and he was pinned down on the desk. When he moved to stand up again, Molly prevented him as she looked down to his eye level and said coldly, "Do you remember that once in that villa, you pressed me, a maid then, onto the desk?

Aside from what happened in the hotel, you had me, you had me

in front of Becky's photo. You trampled on every part of me!"

Her cruel eyes glared icily at Brian's own as she continued, "What more, two years ago, you had me once again in the same way. By using such a way, you told me that I couldn't leave unless you let me go!"

Molly's hands pushed down Brian so strongly as if she had gone crazy. However, Brian didn't try to stand up straight anymore. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to or maybe, it was because of Molly's words and the way she looked at him that he decided not to. His eyes looked straight at the woman on top of him. Teeth clenched, Molly gasped for air and said, "I'm not who I was before anymore, but I'm still the Molly who wanted to love you and the Molly whom you loved to the extent of sacrificing your life for her." After she finished her angry speech without even a hint of shyness or hesitation, Molly pushed down Brian violently one last time and stood upright, then straightened her clothes. Her eyes lowered slightly and she finally said, "Brian, I don't know whether I think in a right or wrong way, but I've become a woman who can stand by your side without distracting you!"

Her cold eyes glared one last time at Brian, then she turned on her heel and left his study in rage.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut so loudly that even the solid frame shook a little. He was unaware that a helpless smile was subconsciously etched on his thin lips. However, his dark eyes seemed to say that he had no other alternatives.

The soles of Molly's low block heeled loafers made loud clanking sounds as she angrily stomped down the dark wooden steps. She looked at Mark who sat on the spacious living room sofa and said, "Let's go!" Then, she took his hand and dragged the both of them outside. As soon as she opened the door, something suddenly seemed to click in her mind. She released her grip on Mark's hand and turned back around to the foyer of the house. She picked up a car key on the console table and left. "Mommy?"

Mark asked, confusion written across his face.

Molly answered her son in a clipped voice, "The way from here to the downtown is too long. We can't expect that 'uncle' to send us back." She said as her eyes glanced coldly at Brian, who had gone down from his study and now stood at the entryway. She added, "I'm okay walking back, but I'm afraid that 'uncle' might feel pity for you!" With stress on the word "uncle", Molly snorted and pulled Mark out of the door with the key in her other hand. She then slammed the door shut once again, as if to vent all her fury on the object. Mother and son got in the car that Brian used everyday and Molly started the engine. Molly drove the vehicle out of the driveway and onto the road, while Mark sat on the front passenger seat. The two of them were in completely different moods now. "God! Brian Long, you bastard!"

Molly bellowed in anger as she drove on the streets.

"Hmm!" Mark huffed from where he was bent down in his seat, echoing his mother's sentiments as he went about his business.

When she heard her son's pressed voice, Molly's lips suddenly curled into a frown. She momentarily whipped her head to the side and looked at Mark, who was busy trying to replace something under the seat. She focused her eyes on the road ahead again and asked, "Mark, what are you looking for?"

"I want to check if there is any special device in Papa Brian's car," Mark got up and answered his mother. His big eyes blinked in curiosity and excitement, as if he was on a treasure hunt.

The corner of Molly's mouth slightly twitched up in thought. She said plainly, "Do you think he would put that kind of thing there? He only uses this car under two conditions. First is that he drives this car by himself, and the other is that he sits in the back seat while Tony drives the car." "Yes indeed..." Mark slumped in his seat and his mouth frowned in disappointment. "I forgot that just now."

As the pair talked about mundane things, the car drove farther away

from the villa, heading downtown.

Meanwhile, inside the villa, the dusk glow of the sunset had faded in the early evening sky.

The street lamps now blinked their artificial white light. Brian stood by the French window in the living room. The room was completely swathed in darkness, and it looked lonely. He clutched a cigarette between his slim fingers. The nicotine stick gave out a light smoke with a little spark. Brian's eyes looked at the dim light from the night lamps outside as what Molly had said awhile ago kept playing in his mind.

Everybody had their own weak points, while his only weak point was Molly.

Everybody who had a weak point would be afraid for others to exploit it, and he was no exception.

Meanwhile, Tony stood at a corner outside the villa. From his view, he could see the lonely figure of Brian standing hunched by the French window.

He had just finished talking to Vincent on the phone. After their conversation, they were now sure that Brian was pretending to have amnesia. It didn't take long for the two of them to piece the puzzle together and conclude that the reason their boss pretended to lose his memories was simply because he wanted Molly to live her own life, a quiet and peaceful life free from all the thorns that came with being with him.

However, even though Molly could live a peaceful life, would she be happy? She wouldn't be happy without Brian, just like how Brian wouldn't be happy without Molly.

After observing Brian for a while, Tony could only sigh. He turned around and walked towards his residence just behind the villa. 000000000☐☐