Just like a moth flying into a flame, as much as we know love hurts, we all fall in love eventually. In our love story, we always love and hate each other at the same time.
But as long as we try, there's no reason for us to give up.
After arriving at the villa, Brian headed straight to the study and went through the files Tony had faxed, which contained Spark and Molly's lives for the past four years. He then picked up the pile of papers from the desk and started reading it carefully, as if he was afraid to miss a word.
Right after reading the last word on the paper, his brows started to knit tightly together. He reached his hand and his fingers tapped on one arm of the chair, with his eyes fixed on the copy of Spark and Molly's marriage registration.
With only a single lamp emitting a dim, warm light in the study, Brian was like a lonely king in the night. However, this king was evil as Satan. Nobody could understand, nor see through his emotions and loneliness.
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Meanwhile, in the Chinese restaurant of Smile Hotel, Mark was enjoying his Yu-Shiang Shredded Pork.
Overwhelmed by the luscious taste of the food served, he kept on jumping from one dish to another. He couldn't help but exclaim how the Chinese dishes in the hotel beat all the food he had tried abroad.
Spark placed his hand on Mark's head and started rubbing it affectionately and said, "The Chinese food abroad is localized, so it tastes different from that at home. If you want, Daddy will focus on working at home. Sounds good?"
Mark tilted his head and thought about it. Then, he shook his head.
"Don't you like the idea?" Spark asked wondering how he would reply. Trying to convey his emotions to his father, Mark shook his head again in disagreement.
Slowly placing down his chopsticks, he then told his father in sign language, "Daddy's dream is to work abroad. If Daddy doesn't like staying at home, I don't like it either."
"Mark, you are Daddy's biggest dream. Daddy will be happy anywhere as long as you are happy," Spark answered with a gentle smile. After saying these words, Spark then rubbed his head again.
Molly was spooning some soup for Mark. After hearing their conversation, she fell into a daze; her hand stopped in mid-air. She looked at Spark, eyes filled with mixed emotions. Somehow, she was scared. She didn't know what she would do once Spark knew who was Mark's real father. Moreover, she was also afraid that Brian might find out Mark's real identity. Watching Mark talk with Spark so happily, she placed the soup in front of Mark. Her worries grew even more. How she wished this moment would last forever. As a mother, she couldn't imagine the day when everything would change and Mark wouldn't be happy anymore. She just couldn't bring herself to think of such a painful thing.
"Mol, what's the matter?" Spark asked. Spark had noticed how preoccupied and worried she had been since the moment he had seen her at the hotel. But since Mark was there with them, he dared not ask.
Molly twisted her mouth and shook her head. "Eat something. You keep dishing up for Mark and haven't eaten anything yourself," she said.
"You can dish up for me," Spark said playfully, winking his eye. "I would like some soup too," he continued.
Molly rolled her eyes at him, but still spooned some soup into a bowl for him.
In the light which was bright and soft as glaze, the three were having dinner just like a normal, happy family. Their happiness was in sharp contrast with the solitude in the villa.
The dim light reflected Brian's shadow on the bookshelf. He stopped at the page after the photocopy of the marriage certificate. It was Mark's birth certificate. Looking at it, he thought of how Molly had acted around him in the past two days. Then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The look in his eyes grew more intense.
Right at that moment, the fax beeped. More files came.
Brian picked up the new batch of files. It was about the check Richie had given Molly that year. It also contained when and where it had been encashed.
All of a sudden, he realized something. He tossed the files on the desk and reached his phone.
As soon as he was connected, he said coldly, "Get me Dr. He!"
"And may I ask who is calling?" the nurse on the phone asked sweetly. The nurse heard a deep breath from the other line.
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