Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 880 Mol's Sweet Marriage Life (Part One)

The morning sunlight pierced through the clouds spreading its warm rays all over A City. The crystal snowflakes dazzled, reflecting the light from the sun. The snow on the tree branches was blown down by a gust of wind, dancing leisurely in the first rays of the morning

sun.

Molly was still in bed lost in deep sleep. The faint smile at the corners of her mouth indicated that she might have been in a sweet dream. Having noticed that, Brian, who had just woken up, stood by the side of the bed with a satisfied smile on his lips. Careful not to disturb her sleep, he leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead and then tip-toed out of the bedroom as quietly as he could.

"Mr. Brian Long." Tony walked to him as soon as he saw him come downstairs. "We have a problem over there."

Having heard the bad news, Brian glanced at Tony with furrowed eyebrows, and walked out as he put on his windbreaker. "Notify everyone about a video conference in a bit," he ordered.

"Yes," Tony answered, following Brian out of the villa in a hurry.

Later that morning, stronger rays of sunlight fell slanting through the windowpanes, casting squares onto the glossy stone floor. With an almost inaudible mumble, Molly woke up for her slumber.

Slowly glancing over to the other side of the bed with drowsy eyes, she found that her partner wasn't there. Touching his pillow with her hand, the absence of warmth told her that Brian had been gone for at least quite a while.

She sat up, leaning against the headboard and looked at the time. "It's half past nine o'clock..." she mumbled to herself, feeling a little disappointed. Perhaps because of what had happened last night, its actuality felt like an incredible fairy tale, giving rise to more suspicions that she must have been dreaming since she couldn't replace Brian by her side the moment she opened her eyes.

Disappointed, Molly frowned and breathed a deep sigh. Suddenly, a melodious violin solo, her cellphone ringtone, interrupted her sad thoughts...

Looking at the number and name displayed on the screen of her cellphone, her eyes lit up all of a sudden. Hastily, she picked up the phone, "Bri?"

"Sorry to interrupt your sleep," Brian's voice came through the other side of the phone.

"No, it's okay," Molly smiled, "I just woke up."

"Why don't you sleep some more? You got to bed so late last night," Brian said in a soft and affectionate voice.

"I didn't see you when I opened my eyes, so I assumed that last night was just a dream," Molly mumbled in a mischievous tone. "So, I couldn't fall asleep again."

"I'm sorry,"

he apologized, sounding guilty over the phone. Sensing his remorse, Molly felt her heart twitch and she quickly explained, "I was just kidding..."

"Mol," Brian interrupted her, "Something important came up at work today. Looks like I'm going to be very busy. I'm afraid I won't be able to make for lunch. Please don't forget to eat something, okay?"

"Hmm," Molly answered, "You go ahead with your business. Don't worry, I will have a good lunch and take good care of myself."

Brian smiled from ear to ear, relieved by her supportive attitude. After a few minutes on the phone, Brian hung up.

After Brian got off the phone, Tony handed him a stack of documents. "Sir, these are the documents you asked for," he said.

Taking them over, Brian began flipping through the pages. It took him several hours to skim through such a big stack of documents from beginning to end. He didn't finish reading them until it was already noon.

"Tell Shane to take a trip to QY Island," Brian ordered, throwing the documents in his hands aside. "And, tell Harrow and Hanson to go to Las Vegas. Inform everybody else that I will hold a video conference in one hour."

"Yes," Tony answered. Then he turned around and left the office.

Brian took his cellphone out of his pocket and made a call to Aaron. "I want to know to what extent you are controlling QY Island," he said, coming straight to the point.

"I can promise you that what you're worried about will never happen in QY Island," Aaron answered in a calm voice, sounding neither too cold as his usual self nor too warm. Nobody except the two of them could understand what they were talking about. They interacted like two powerful men with great respect and appreciation for each other.

"That would be good," Brian said.

"Call me if you need my help," Aaron took a pause and continued, "Although my background is not as strong as yours, I'm sure that there are certain things that can only be settled by me."

Brian chuckled. "I like to clean up everything in one go," he replied.

Aaron smiled at Brian's confidence and said, "Irritating you can be troublesome sometimes. Fortunately, I'm not your enemy."

Brian laughed at Aaron's words and hung up the phone afterwards.

Time went by at its usual pace. Brian failed to have lunch with Molly that day, neither did he accompany her for supper. To make matters worse, Molly rarely had the opportunity to see Brian in the following week.

At a milk tea shop, Molly was sitting at a table beside the window, with a bottle of milk tea between her hands. She gazed out the window, watching the snow outside in a pensive mood. Her eyes focused on nothing in particular.

All of a sudden, Molly's cellphone rang, with the same melodious violin solo that had been her favourite ringtone for quite some time now. Putting the milk tea on the table, she answered the phone, "Hello."

"Mrs. Molly Long, what food would you like for us to deliver today?" The voice of the person in charge of A-magic came through the phone. His question almost felt like a routine now.

"I will send you the order soon..." Molly answered. She expressed her gratitude to him and then hung up the phone politely.

When she was about to send a short message to the person who had just called her in order to order a meal for Brian, her attention was drawn by a couple at a table next to the one she was sitting at.

"Does your hand still hurt?" The man looked at the woman with concern, pity floating in the corner of his eyes.

Pouting her lips with displeasure, the woman answered, "The pain hasn't stopped. How could it stop? Did you see the size of that plate? I am surprised I can still move my hand."

Molly carefully peeked over at the woman's injured hand, wrapped up with a lot of gauze.

"In fact, somehow I feel happy about the injury on your hand..." the man said, looking at the woman in a simple-minded manner. When the woman glared at him angrily, he continued and explained in a hurry, "I mean to say, now I will have the opportunity to take care of you."

He picked up the spoon, as he said that, and delivered a small piece of cake to the woman's mouth. "Darling, no matter what happens in the future, I will always treat you well. You are the only one I will ever love in this lifetime," he said in a serious tone. "Hmm," the woman was so moved that she sniffed. "Darling, I love you so much!"

Looking at the intimate husband and wife who were showering each other with love and affection, Molly's grip on her cellphone tightened, while a myriad of emotions swirled in her mind at the same time. She admired and envied them altogether.

Slowly withdrawing her intrusive stare from the couple, Molly grumbled to herself. Looking at the cellphone in her hands, she sighed in resignation and disappointment. "Huh! You said you would always keep me by your side. You said you would come back home to have supper with me everyday. You said you would have meals on time... It turns out that you've kept none of your words."

The sugared talk between the couple at the table next to hers kept coming to her ears. Gradually, Molly's appreciation changed into annoyance. Curling her lips, she watched as the man fed the woman cake and milk tea endlessly. Suddenly, she thought she couldn't be more disgusted by them.

Silently she groaned in her heart and turned her head away to avoid seeing them.

*

Mornings were usually the slow hours for a casino, and this was true of the Grand Night Casino. Only a few guests stayed up all night gambling in the hall on the first floor, and it seemed like they had no intentions of leaving anytime soon.

In the general monitoring office on the top floor, Brian turned off the video call, picked up the cup of coffee by his side and took a sip. For the whole past week, he had been dealing with a series of vicious incidents that had happened in the chain branches of Grand Night Casino in several cities. Finally having settled all the problems, he was able to sit back and have a moment of relaxation. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐