If you're already happy with another man, is it time to finally let you go?
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Molly grimaced when she was asked, "Are you sure it's okay for you to do the exam?" Even Mark noticed that something was wrong with her. He looked at her questioningly.
"No, no," Molly tried to twist her face into a smile. "Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"
Brian stared at Molly, his eyes dark and piercing. He held his gaze for a while before he withdrew and turned to Elias to gesture that at least Mark should take the exam. Mark seemed more relaxed now that Molly was here. Mark waved at Molly before following Elias to the examination room.
Now, Molly and Brian were alone in the ward. Molly kept standing still, worried and her mind far off; her head was hung lowly. Brian could clearly see her.
Molly was standing for so long that her injured ankle had already numbed down. It wasn't until she realized this that she tried to move her leg but it was too weak so she had to slap her hands on the wall for support. She looked at Brian helplessly.
Brian looked at her coldly. Molly pressed her lips together, embarrassed. Only then did Brian take out his phone and dial a number, "Send an orthopedist upstairs."
He hung up right away and then walked towards the terrace, pressing a button on the remote control. The button triggered the windows that had originally wrapped the terrace to rise and fold.
The breeze and afternoon warmth came spilling alone with the fragrance of the greens and the flowers. It was very quiet where they were but there was something about it that seemed woeful.
Brian stood at the terrace, both hands shoved in his pockets. He remained where he was even when he heard the door open and the orthopedist come in. He could also hear the nurse asking questions as she treated the scratches on Molly's arm. He just listened from where he was, never turning his head, not even flinching. When the orthopedist and nurse left, they were back to utter silence.
As Molly looked at Brian's figure, she realized that after the four years, he had become more steady and reserved. But he had also become more lonely.
Molly withdrew her gaze when she felt her heart had started beating rapidly. She didn't want to feel this way right and she most certainly didn't want to have to think about why she felt the way she did.
"As soon as Mark is done with his examination, you can leave and take Mark with you."
Brian vocalized, cutting the silence. His low voice sounded peaceful but Molly couldn't help but feel sad and desperate.
"Bri..." Molly said softly. She didn't know what she wanted to say. She just called his name the way she used to before.
Brian froze at the sound of Molly calling his name. The hands shoved in his pockets started to tremble. He pressed his lips together, squinting, "Of course, if you don't want to leave, I don't mind if you stay,"
Brian turned around as soon as he finished speaking. His face looked cold as usual. He sneered at Molly.
"Well, I don't want to stay," she quickly refused. Then she pursed her lips, "No, no, I didn't mean it like that, I, I mean, I still have to send the plans for the concert to Dream."
Molly finished lamely.
Brian kept his lips thinned as if to mock himself, because at least she cared enough to make up some excuse.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Brian confirmed permission and a nurse came in, "Mr. Brian, Elias sent me here to tell you that Miss Xia should go in for an examination."
"Hmm," Brian said as he looked at Molly who looked frightened. He frowned when he saw Molly follow the nurse out the room, obviously her mind was somewhere else.
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