Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 779 The Visitors (Part One)

In a world where a number of paths could be at one's disposal, ultimately, a definitive choice must be made several times. Once you have determined which way to go, the challenge is to see it through the end. Whether or not it was the best path, you won't replace out until

you've reached the arguable finish line.

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The moment their eyes met, it turned into a staring contest from which neither of them could escape. As the silence prolonged, she squinted to make sure none of his facial expressions were missed. Alas, she could not catch any on his stoic face. Due to his personality as an introspective man in a cutthroat environment, his basic instinct was to wear a poker face at all times. Unless he wanted for someone to see it, no emotion could ever be traced on his face, and it was often a predicament for Molly.

So annoyed was she, that she had a desire to tear his skin apart just to check if he were as cold and dead on the inside as he was on the surface. Unlike Molly's nervous eyes, Brian's deep black orbs were tranquil and emotionless.

A few more torturous minutes, and it became clear that they had reached a stalemate. With Brian refusing to answer, and Molly maintaining a fierce gaze, no one was willing to give in.

Finally, she could not take it any longer, and roared, "Answer me, Brian! Did you really stop loving me?"

In a plain tone, he answered, "Yes. I do not love you,"

His voice sounded so subtle and straightforward, driving Molly over the edge even more. But the truth was that, underneath his facade, his deceit was proving too much to handle for his heart.

Feeling powerless after his answer, Molly's eyes kept rotating in its sockets. Maybe it was because she could not believe her ears, or that she feared her tears would spill over, but she looked rather disconcerted. More than she had ever been when she had had to confront the kidnappers at the art class. As she lowered her eyes to look elsewhere, she mumbled, "No. It's impossible. That couldn't be. You're lying to me, you're lying to me..." Then she raised her head and glared at him viciously. "You're lying!" she repeated.

"Think whatever you like," dismissed Brian. After throwing a glance at Molly, he turned on his heels and walked out of the ward. His footsteps were neither too fast nor slow, as if the commotion that brewed in the room had nothing to do with him.

The slamming of a door reverberated in the room. In the wake of his absence, her heart hammered furiously.

No longer able to repress the sadness that spread like a poison, Molly resolved to bursting into tears now that she was alone.

Once Brian was outside the ward, he did not make a move immediately after he closed the door. Glancing back lightly, a mixture of emotions appeared in his eyes.

"Papa Brian..." came a child's soft voice.

Directing his gaze towards the direction of the sound, the first person he noticed was a frowning Spark. With a passive look, Brian gave him the cold shoulder, and then lowered his eyes to see his son, Mark.

The boy clenched his teeth, and stared at his father with observant eyes, which shone like colored glazes. Although Mark did not know what transpired inside the ward between his parents, Molly's loud shriek not long ago gave him the impression that things did not end well. And after seeing the man walk out of the ward, Mark could already take a wild guess with the results. Once again, his mommy must have failed with her plan to win Brian back.

When he stretched out his hand towards Mark, the boy wordlessly yielded and placed his little hand on it. Satisfied, Brian stated without sparing a glimpse at Spark, "I'm taking Mark downstairs to eat something."

"Okay," answered Spark. With that, Brian headed to the elevator together with his son. As soon as they disappeared from sight, Spark withdrew his eyes from where they once stood, and knocked on Molly's door before pushing it open.

The sound of a faint crying came through. She appeared to be choking back the tears, willing herself to stop, but to no avail. Standing by the door, Spark looked at the woman who was keeled over the bed. Blood could be seen on her back.

Sensing that she was not alone anymore, Molly looked over at the door. With teary eyes meeting Spark's worried ones, she mumbled, "Spark?" As he slowly entered the ward and closed the door behind him, an evil and yet attractive smile could be found on his face. "Hmm," he answered casually. He sat in the same spot where Brian had been a moment ago, and glanced at Molly's wound. "How are you feeling?" asked Spark, in a caring tone.

While wearing a faint smile, Molly wiped the tears on her face in a careless manner. Embarrassed, she shook her head and said, "It's nothing serious. The wound isn't deep." A look of abrupt recognition crossed her features, and she began to change the topic, asking, "How did you know I was here?"

"Well, I watched the news, and directly went to the scene," answered Spark, sounding reserved. "From there, I just came to the conclusion that it was you." His demeanor had changed. Gone was the arrogant tone he had used to possess in the past. Without his previous halo as a world-famous violinist, the man seemed like an ordinary person. "When did you get back?"

"Several days ago," answered Molly, her eyes briefly turning dark. "I came to win him back, but it wasn't until today when I found that the problem wasn't that he has lost his memories. He just doesn't want to be with me anymore."

Seeing the bitter expression that crossed Molly's face, Spark felt his heart sink. Despite his own emotions, he tried to comfort her, "As long as you have faith in your goals, the ending is irrelevant. In many cases, what matters is the process. Right?"

"Maybe," agreed Molly. Lying on her stomach in the bed, her entire body felt stiff at the moment, with her broken left arm and wounded back. "I don't know why," she went on to say. "But this time, I care about the results. I care about it a lot. I fear that in the end, I would realize that I've chosen the wrong path." Eyes turning dark, she sighed and turned to the person listening to her. She had no idea why, but when it was Spark she spoke with, revealing her inner thoughts came naturally. It was easy to open up to him. Spark wore a faint smile. Despite the bitterness that dwelt inside of him, he still felt glad to see her. Why? Because, even after disappearing in the past few years, all he wished for the woman he loved was for her to someday live a happy life. It was because of this love that he could never get rid of, that he hoped there wouldn't be any misunderstanding too huge to be fixed that might come between them. For even if they would never get to be together again, it was enough for Spark to know that she did not abandon or reject his presence at that precise moment.

"Molly, are you afraid?" Spark asked nonchalantly.

Confused, Molly raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"I mean, that the ending to this purpose which you have might be a bad one," there was a pregnant pause, and then Spark eyed her unblinkingly. "If that's the case, are you afraid? Are you afraid of an ending that could be predicted?"

Deep in thought, she was silent for a while. Then slowly, she shook her head and said with determination, "No! Even if I knew that it could end that way, I'm not scared of carrying on with it. I chose this path. I don't believe that it's a dead end just yet, and I won't know until I see it through."00000000