Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 460

He placed the flowers by the headstone. On it was a photo of a woman dimmed by the poor light. Even in its vagueness, one could see how beautiful and elegant the woman was.

Spark stood there for a long time only getting interrupted by the approaching footsteps.

Spark glanced sideways refusing to turn his head completely and said coldly, "You know no one is allowed in when I'm here."

Harrow continued to walk towards him, his hands in his pockets, stopping only when he was alongside Spark in front of the headstone. He bowed his head before flatly saying, "There's something we need to talk about."

"I don't think so."

Harrow made a face at Spark's cold tone but he kept his cool. He turned so that he was looking directly at Spark, "What if it's about Molly?"

The moment Harrow said her name, Spark titled his head, "What do you mean?"

"We should discuss this somewhere, else," Harrow said as he walked back to the gate, "I don't want to talk about such things in front of your mother's headstone."

Spark clenched his fists in anger but Harrow didn't miss a step.

Harrow stood in front of the garden. These orange calla lilies were a gift from his father to Spark's mother. But she never got to see them blossom.

Harrow couldn't for the life of him define what he was feeling. Was it hatred? Sympathy? Sadness? Regret? Or did he truly believe that he was right from the very start?

Calla lilies. Orange calla lilies. It was a symbol for his father's everlasting love for Spark's mother.

How ridiculous!

His father must have loved Spark's mother till the end, then. And what about his mother?

Harrow grimaced. No one can really say whose fault it was because ever since Spark's mother was gone, it didn't feel like a home anymore. It never felt the same even if his family was all together.

By the time Spark had trailed him behind, Harrow had already collected himself. He turned to face his brother, "Spark. Leave Molly alone."

"What gives you the right to say that?" Spark sneered, "Just because you're my brother? Or because you work for Brian?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, Harrow said, "Spark, Molly isn't just any other girl. I'm just looking out for you, I don't want you to get into any trouble."

"Bullshit!" Spark glowered, "This is none of your business."

Harrow knew Spark well enough. He'd been rebelling all his life. He did whatever he was told not to do. But this wasn't the time to tolerate him.