Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 814 Explanation (Part Two)

"You have never been so eager to protect her before." Tony smirked at him.

With a grin, which was seldom seen on Vincent's face, he explained, "Since I'll be coming back to XK Intelligence Agency, I should be more eager." Looking at the heavy traffic in front of them, he added, "I have been acting as an attendant for Miss Xia and our young master for the past two years. It is not until now that I realize I have become more peaceful than before. In the past, I was too anxious to perform well and gain Mr. Brian Long's praise." At that time, if he had not been so eager to capture that person, perhaps many things would have gone differently.

Tony smiled at him and said, "Every thing would be okay as long as Mr. Brian Long is happy. Neither you nor me can see through things as clearly as Harrow." As soon as he mentioned Harrow's name, he realized that he hadn't seen Harrow around at all. He said, "It's not like him to miss such a pleasant turn of events. Where is he?"

"He's at the Long Family Mansion," Vincent answered.

*

The sun was setting slowly down the horizon. The winter sunset shone its last light across the lawn, which was green all around. A cool breeze blew once in a while, making the shadows of the leaves dance in the ground.

Laughter came through ceaselessly as two shadows played joyously on the lawn under the evening sun. Despite the simpleness of the game, the two of them seemed to be having a lot of fun. They couldn't be happier if they tried.

Leaning against a tree with his arms crossed across his chest, Harrow was starting to lose his patience. He looked at the two people playing in front of him. He could no longer bear watching them play endlessly, and he yelled, "Spark! When on earth do you plan on going back home?"

Spark turned to glance at his impatient elder brother and said, "Whenever I feel like going back. The old man keeps urging me to go back home so frequently. He is like the young shepherd who lies to other people that the wolf would be coming every other day." "And you'd better understand the old man with some sympathy," Harrow sighed. "For so many years, he has been trying hard to make you-"

"All right, okay!" Spark said, putting an end to their games. He stroked Mark's head softly and grabbed his hand to walk towards Harrow. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be around Brian and watch what he says and does?" "I don't engage in such pointless activities. Only Vincent and Tony does that kind of thing," Harrow said. He looked quite proud as he said that. IT made him look like a sensible man. He added, "I know what kind of person Mr. Brian Long is. As proud as he is, he would never let down his guard and show his emotions to anyone except Molly." As he said that, he raised his eyebrows and winked at Mark, as if they were exchanging opinions. Mark laughed at his words. He was excited that his parents were finally together. Spark snorted and said in a loud voice,"As expected, a prodigal lover knows better." He threw a disdainful glance at Harrow and pulled Mark away, heading to the main hall. Harrow was left on the spot under the tree, not knowing how to refresh his image in his younger brother's eyes.

"Daddy," Mark suddenly stopped walking, "I want to go to the National Congress."

Spark looked at him, confused. "Why?" he asked.

Pursing his little mouth, Mark answered, "I want to see Uncle Eric. Grandpa told me that Uncle Eric would have to go back to the National Congress to deal with some things as a result of the canceled engagement ceremony."

Spark squatted to look at Mark horizontally and said, "Mark, as the power holder of the island, he has to go through that kind of thing. The moment he and I decided to coerce your Papa Brian into admitting his feelings during the ceremony, he foresaw what would happen after that. So you don't need to worry about him. I believe he is perfectly capable of dealing with those affairs efficiently. Don't you agree, Mark? Have confidence in him, okay?"

Mark's bright eyes blinked a few times. Then he nodded, despite his low spirit.

*

Molly sat in the car silently. She didn't care where Brian was driving to, because that didn't matter at all. She felt so peaceful at that moment, perhaps because Brian had said he would give her an explanation. She was looking forward to hearing it from him. She wanted to communicate with him frankly this time and remove all the misunderstandings between the two of them.

After a short drive, Brian stopped the car at a quiet place. They were parked on a road with emerald green bamboos on either side. There was no road ahead. The way was blocked by the hanging bamboos.

Without the sound of the engine, it was extremely quiet inside the car.

The atmosphere was too oppressive for people to breathe. Molly could not bear it any longer. She gulped and broke the silence, "Weren't you going to explain yourself to me?" She looked at him, and waited for his reply patiently. She might not get a chance like this once again, so she wanted to settle everything right now.

Brian hadn't released his grip on the steering wheel. He didn't answer Molly's question right away either. Instead, he kept looking ahead with his deep eyes. It was not until Molly was about to lose her patience completely that he said slowly, "You had always wanted to leave me. So I let you go. But why did you come back?"

Molly's eyes were fixed on the side of his face. The sculptural facial lines indicated his resolute and cool character. Even though he was like a stone structure who showed no emotion, she still couldn't help falling in love with him.

She answered his question with another question, "Why do you love me?" Molly's deepest pain shot forth as she asked that question. Fly's words had been resounding in her ears for so many days. Nobody knew how she had endured the hard training for one and a half years. Her love for Brian had been her inspiration and support. Without that, she probably would have given up in the very beginning.

Hearing her question, Brian turned his head slowly, and fixed his deep eyes on her aggrieved face. After pursing his thin lips, he said slowly, "Sometimes I ask myself the same question. Why do I love you? You're coward like a snail, which retreats back into its shell when it is touched by someone. You're as fragile as a piece of glass, ready to break at a hint of carelessness. You and I have nothing in common. Someone like you should have never existed in my life!"

Molly's eyelashes quivered and her eyes turned red immediately. She got teary, not because she was hurt by Brian's words, but because what he had said was so very true.

"But I was taken over silently..." Brian said in a low voice. The indifference on his face was replaced by something else, a blurred expression. He raised his hand, and his slender fingertips softly slid across Molly's cheek. He finally let his fingertip rest on her soft lips and said in a low husky voice, "I hate seeing you tremble under the stairs or in some corner instead of venting out your frustrations and sadness." He remembered the scene when he had found her curled up into a ball under the stairs. His eyes turned dark. 00