Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 837 The Proposal (Part Three)

"I was just thinking about some things," Molly said casually, but her eyebrows lifted subconsciously at the turmoil in her heart.

Mark winked and smiled at her with a hint of certainty in his young eyes. "You are not pleased because Papa Brian hasn't proposed to you, right?" he asked, looking into her eyes and waited for her confession.

Molly was taken aback by his words. Her lips trembled and she was silent for some time, not knowing how to make excuses for her obvious displeasure which had already unraveled in front of Mark.

Mark grinned, revealing his adorable dimpled cheeks. "Mommy..." he drawled, staring sardonically at her.

Bewildered by his presence and the way he was digging into things, Molly frowned sullenly and pinched his cheeks lightly, motioning for him to stop his questioning.

However, her actions intrigued Mark even more. His eyes kept twinkling at her above a wonderful, bright and golden smile mounted on his face. "Mommy, I have a message for you from Aunt Wing. She asked you not to marry Papa Brian if he doesn't propose to you. I kind of agree with her point on this thing. I think it is a little degrading to marry a man without first receiving his proposal. What do you think?" he asked cheekily.

Molly's mind went even glummer upon hearing his words. "Mark, was Papa Brian there when your Aunt Wing said this to you?" she asked Mark rather nervously, suddenly thinking of the possibility that Brian might had already known her intention.

Mark, seeing to the heart of her concerns, pursed his lips and considered for a while before he shook his head in denial and said, "I don't think Papa Brian is aware..." His voice trailed off as he was not actually certain about Brian's awareness of their discussion. "I think Aunt Wing would not tell Papa Brian. She knows the wedding would lose its meaning if he were pushed into making a proposal first. It ought to be him that makes the proposal of his own free will," he concluded in a grown-up manner rather beyond his years.

Molly's mind darkened with a deep sense of disappointment and she felt a touch of helplessness. She knew Brian was never a romantic or spontaneous person. It would be a miracle if the idea of proposing came to him. Even hearing him say that he loved her had cost her so much difficulty and had taken so many years of hard times. If she had only been permitted to marry him once he proposed, then she believed that she would have waited for eternity and never married him at all!

Sighing deeply under her breath, Molly continued to lapse into her profoundly entangled feelings about her upcoming wedding. How perfect she wished this marriage to be! She was greatly looking forward to her happy ending with Brian after so many years of hardship. After playing with his blocks for some time, Mark ran outside to play with Eric. And as Brian was out attending to some business, Molly was left alone in the large, vacant Glamour Hall.

The sun galloped across the sky and sunk into the western horizon. In the distance, the angry redness of the fading sun fringed the clouds with a colorful display of amazing light. It was as if the clouds had become the beautiful dresses of young girls who prepared for their graduation prom.

After a while, Molly rose from her seat and went to phone Brian. But before she could take more than a few steps, she heard the thumping of approaching footsteps on the porch floor.

Just as she craned her neck to see through the window to replace out who it was, the door was pushed open and Brian entered.

Wearing a clean, pristine white shirt and glossy black pants, and with his keen, short hair combed neatly backwards, he looked as solemn and domineering as the impression which this whole building had given people.

"You are back!" Molly cried and went to greet him with a sudden, wonderful smile on her face. "I was just going to call you and ask what you would like for supper tonight," she added.

As Molly reached him, Brian pulled her closer by her waist and held her close against his chest. He kissed her softly on her forehead and rested his head against her dark, silken hair. The warmth of his breath disturbed her. She stood inert, nestling in his strong, violent embrace as he breathed in the fragrance of her hair.

Molly's heart beat heavily with her suppressed softness and tenderness for him. Her whole day's glum and morose feeling of disappointment seemed to fade into nothingness as she melted in his arms. 'As long as he loves me, what does it matter if he proposes to me or not? I love him, all the same," she thought to herself.

In a little while, she drew herself back and said softly, "You must be hungry. I will go and prepare supper now."

But as she began to turn around, Brian drew her back with vivid force, his hands still grasping her slender waist. "No, you are not making supper tonight," he refused. "We are going out for dinner," he said.

"Really?" cried Molly, not following his meaning.

"I have already reserved a table at the restaurant. No need for you to cook," he explained. Then his eyes swept over Molly, assessing her from top to bottom. "Go change your clothes. Wear one of the dresses that I bought you," he requested.

Suddenly getting the intuition that there was a possibility of her dream coming true, Molly rolled her eyes in contemplation for a second and asked him rather suspiciously, "Are all of the family members coming?" Her eyes flickered expectantly at him as she waited for his reply.

Noting the little scheme that played upon her mind, Brian lifted his mouth into a cunning but subtle smile. He looked into her eyes with his dark, esoteric eyes for some time. Then he spoke as if unconcerned, "No, it is only the two of us."

Molly's eyes lit up with delight at his words. It was as if his words were gifts that were specially made to please her. She looked as happy as the sun that had just risen above the clouds. "I will go change!" she cried with vivid glee in her voice.

And in a flash, she rushed upstairs, to their bedroom. Her heart beat violently as if it would explode if this excessive feeling of passion went any further. 'Why are only the two of us going to dinner? Why? Is he finally going to propose to me?' her heart mechanically repeated a staccato of these questions over and over again.

Her cheeks flushed deeply all the way down to her neck as the thrill pumped through her veins like an electric current. She clenched her hands into hard fists and forced herself to calm down. She closed her eyes and laid her hands over her chest for some time before she could finally manage to open the wardrobe and select her dress.

However, standing in front of the wardrobe full of dresses of different colors and styles, she had a hard time making up her mind on which one she should wear. They were mostly bought by Brian. Apparently he liked to see her in a dress. But now, for this special moment, maybe the most exciting moment of her life, she needed to choose a dress that would make her look the most beautiful and attractive.