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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 158

"I'm so sorry to tell you that..." Molly remarked with a fake smile,"just because I know who you are doesn't mean I'll go anywhere with you!"

With teeth gritted, Molly swung her arm, trying to shake him off. When she turned around and intended to leave, an eerie screech stopped her dead. It turned out she had walked on the driveway without knowing.

"Jesus Christ!"

With a split second to save her life, Spark yanked her back so forcefully they both tumbled and rolled on the side. The car swooshed past, blaring its horn and leaving a powerful gust of wind, smoke, and dust. They both coughed as they picked themselves up. Cold beads of sweat broke on Molly's face as she dusted herself. She was utterly speechless.

"Mol, even if you don't want to go with me, you don't have to commit suicide, do you?" At the sight of frightened Molly, who was still suffering from the shock, Spark curled his lip evilly and the look in his eyes became deep.

Molly's heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird, feeling like it would pump itself out of the chest. She looked him straight in the eyes and snarled,"I'm not familiar with you. Don't call me Mol..."

"It takes merely a while to get to know each other!" Spark seemed to have no idea what Molly was talking about. Instead, he pulled her forward again. "I'm composing a piece of music, but I've hit a writer's block, and I can't figure out what to do next. So do me a favor, please!"

After Spark's persistent begging and pleading, Molly followed on, although halfhearted. She was in a foul mood, but she allowed him to tag her along. "Hey, are you a musician?"

"Me?" Spark raised his eyebrows and asked. "You think I look like a musician?"

"No, I don't!" Molly also raised her eyebrows. "You're like an underdog who thinks he didn't get what he wanted!"

Spark frowned on hearing what Molly had said. He stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. There was mock disdain written on her face. But he didn't get annoyed. Instead, he wanted to play tricks on her.

"How can you tell?" Spark shrugged his shoulders, and the pride on his face showed a hint of sadness. He looked as if he had gone through hardship and lost his confidence.

A pang of guilt slid across Molly's heart when she saw Spark's expression of sadness. She tried to comfort him,"I was only kidding. You played the violin very well. I mean I don't think you are far off from the finest international musicians. All you need is just an opportunity."

"Really? Do you think so?" Spark's expression was even more dispirited. "I know, you're just comforting me... Nobody likes to hear me play the violin. They all think that I have some mental problems. So I chose to play for the ants instead."

"Nobody likes to hear you play the violin? How come?" It moved Molly to hear him say that. "In all honesty, you're quite a good violinist. You know what? When I met you, I was in a terrible mood. But when I heard you play, it lifted my spirits in a moment."

"Really?" The look on Spark's face seemed to show that he didn't quite believe what Molly had said.

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