Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 790 Old Stories (Part Three)

Surprise washed over Molly's face as she looked at Eric. In a plain tone, he continued, "They got married not because of love. Perhaps from beginning to end, love has only existed in my mom's heart. Their marriage only has one-sided enthusiasm." He turned his head slightly to look at Molly, whose face was covered with tears. With a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, he said, "I accidentally found out about these things. I have hated my dad since then!" Molly pursed her lips. She didn't think that she would get over it if the same thing happened to her. It would be too hard for her to accept if her own father only married her mother in order to help another woman.

Eric's eyes turned dark as bad memories came to his mind. He thought, 'If that didn't happen, would I still lose to Brian from the starting line?'

"However, it was not until some time later that I understood that there are many kinds of love! Love is not all about being together. Loving can also be about helping the person you love to succeed. Love can be about sacrificing yourself and sometimes, your life too just to be sure that he or she is safe. And sometimes, love can also be about just watching the person you love the most be happy." Looking away from the reddish sky, he continued, "Perhaps my dad has only loved Aunt Shirley. However, he had also managed to satisfy my mom. There is nothing perfect in our lives. As for my mom, all she wants is just to spend her life together with my dad, regardless if there is another woman in his heart. Never had my dad removed my mom from his heart."

Molly was in a daze. She didn't know how she should judge the story. Nevertheless, she had learned something from it. She would be keeping in mind that Even if the ending turned out different from what she was expecting, she could also be relieved as long as she knew that she did her best.

"Little Molly." Eric's eyes went notches darker when he said to the woman, "If I didn't overhear the conversation between my dad and my mom, if I haven't analyzed the entanglement among them in a deep level, perhaps..." He didn't finish his sentence and smiled at her evilly instead.

There was no point saying 'perhaps' anymore for him. He had already lost her even before it had all started.

Eric got up. Seeing that Molly was still immersed in the stories, he stretched his hand and without any ado, playfully knocked on her forehead.

"Ouch!" Molly glared at Eric in anger while covering her forehead with one hand. Her eyes were still teary. Her reaction made her looked very funny.

Raising his eyebrows with a smile, Eric stood up and pulled Molly up to stand too. "Let's go," he said.

"Where to?" asked Molly confusedly.

"Let's have something to eat and then let's sing in karaoke," answered Eric. "Since I began struggling with Brian, I have forgotten how I had spent my youth." While saying that, he scratched his chin and asked, "Are you joining me?"

"Go ahead!" Molly answered firmly as if she was determined to keep him company to the end. She added, "Since that poker face has been ignoring me, why do I have to act like a dissatisfied housewife? Let's have supper and have a drink. Then let's go and sing in a karaoke!"

Eric nodded in agreement. Then he pulled Molly to leave the beach. However, he had regretted his suggestion almost instantly when Molly began singing inside the KTV with her hideous singing voice.

"Argh! She behaves so awful after drinking!" Eric shook his head helplessly as he couldn't believe how Molly turned into a mad woman! He took a bottle of beer and opened it. Then he said, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Molly turned around to pick a bottle of beer and clinked bottles with Eric. She shouted, "Let's toast to 'l-winning-Brian-back' and 'you-winning- me!"

Eric froze a little with what he heard. Then with a faint smile on his lips, he stretched the bottle of beer and said, "Okay! For you winning Brian and I winning you... Cheers!" "Bum!"

They made

toast. Then the two of them raised the bottles of beers to begin drinking as if both were crazy. At the same time, a new song started on their background.

"Oho... That's my song. I'm singing it..." Molly put the bottle of beer down and picked the microphone up.

As the melodious music mixed with a tinge of light sadness resonates the place, Molly watched the projector before her with her drunk eyes.

"You are not the one sitting across me. Is our love still going on? I want to ask you if you want to give up, but I'm afraid that you would ask me the same question. Separation has become the only topic between us, but I'm not willing to mention it any longer. If we will end up once we speak it out, my heart will leave my body and live in the past. I feel sad regardless if I'm in love or not. I don't know how to make the decision. When we break up, first of all, should I cry or forget? Do you have the same problem? My fate is in your love. I don't know if you will make a decision. I don't think I'm sober enough now. Should I love you or leave you, or escape?"

the mournful melody came through with Molly's sad voice. She couldn't even pronounce the words clearly since she was drunk. However, she was weeping silently while watching the projector as she still held the microphone in her hand.

She knew that she had sung some wrong words, but she had just kept going. She had been asking herself every night if she should hold on to Brian or just give up. She had worked hard to toughen herself for the past two years but she had been defeated by his cold words and icy expressions. She had to keep telling herself that she loved him and he loved her, or she wouldn't wake up the next morning with the energy to fight.

The refrain of the song was repeating over and over. Molly sang over and over with these thoughts rolling in her mind. Tears were falling down from her eyes as she asked herself over and over too.

Eric was just staring at Molly silently. He didn't even walk up to her to console her. He just wanted her to vent all her emotions. He knew clearly that she had suffered emotionally in the past two weeks after she had come back. She wouldn't be able to go on if she wouldn't let herself vent out right now.

Raising a bottle of beer, Eric gestured a toast to the singing Molly and then took a deep breath. The song was about to end at that time.

"I'm going to the ladies' room!" Molly put the microphone down and ran outwards the door without even looking back.

Eric neither said a word nor caught up with her. He could sense how fragile Molly was at the moment and knew that she wouldn't want anyone to see her cowardice. Thus, he remained quiet and just let her recover herself. Pursing her lips, Molly kept running with his red eyes until she arrived at the ladies' room. She turned on the tap and kept washing her face with her hands. It was not until some while later that she gradually calmed down.

She turned the tap off. Looking at her disheveled hair in the mirror, she could not help but smile despite her red eyes.

'Molly, you're a jerk!' she thought.

She took a piece of tissue and started wiping her wet face. After taking a deep breath and smiling to herself in the mirror, she walked out of the ladies' room.

It was only after she had stepped out of the ladies' room that she realized something really wrong!

She couldn't remember the private KTV room she was from.

Molly walked forward based on her poor memory and tried to recall how many doors she had passed on her way to the ladies' room. "Seven or eight?" she mumbled.

Standing before the seventh door and looking at all the other doors which were all the same except for the room number, she could not help but roll her eyes. "All right. If it isn't this one, then it must be that one. Let me have a try," she mumbled. She intended to grasp the doorknob with her hand as she continued to mumble. However, a mild clicking sound already filled her ears even before her hand touched the doorknob. And suddenly, without any warning... the door before her opened.