Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 553

I miss you so dearly, but I can't tell you. I can't just pick up my phone to call or text you to express my feelings, it is all unnecessary and immaterial now.

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Just looking at Spark standing in front of the window weakly with a cloth over his shoulder, Harrow felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he could do nothing about it. He then asked, "Spark, do you have to ruin your health like this?"

Silence ensued between them as Spark did not respond.

Harrow was so angry, at the moment, that he walked forward and pulled Spark around. While gritting his teeth, he said, "Do you think Molly will come back because you are drowning yourself in misery and sorrow? No, that is never going to happen. The fact is that even if she doesn't love Mr. Brian Long, he won't let her go. As far as I know, Mr. Long has never failed to get what he wants. So how long are you going to remain persistent in your pursuits?"

Without the spark of arrogance and confidence in his eyes, Spark powerlessly watched Harrow expressing his anger and concerns. Harrow, his elder brother, had been someone he had always liked following, but he also played an indirect part in his mother's death. Well, how ironic...

"I will leave as long as I ensure that she is happy...that is all that matters...her happiness," Spark spoke in a low tone laced with misery and illness. He pushed Harrow's hands aside feebly yet with some force to turn around again. As he looked out at the gloomy sky, he said, "You'd better leave. Please don't stay with me. If you stay here, I will be more uncomfortable dealing with all of this."

Just hearing that, Harrow clenched his fingers into a fist, leaving behind the knuckling sound from his joints. He wished with all his heart to pull Spark out of his misery by punching him with his strong fist, but he knew he could not do that. Their relationship had been quite bad, so he could not dare to do it at the cost of making their ties weaker.

"You go move on, deal with your own life..." Spark pointed and nudged him towards the door again. "Nanny is here to take care of me and help me when required. You have nothing to worry about..."

Now what he wanted was to be left alone in quietness. He did not want his wound to be peeped at by anybody, especially by Harrow!

Gritting his teeth, Harrow wrenched his hands again. He did understand Spark, but it was exactly because he understood him that he was more worried about him. He could not hurt Spark because of Brian, but he would not set himself against Brian because of Spark either. Therefore, he hoped Spark could leave. In this way, Spark would neither drown himself in a love story that would never have a happy ending, nor be hurt by Brian.

"Go..." Spark said once again. "I beg you!"

Hearing Spark, who had always been arrogant before, said these words in a humble tone, Harrow felt his heart hurt severely. He could no longer bear seeing Spark like this. Without thinking, he turned around and left the ward. When the door was closed, his eyes turned red and moist.

Spark kept standing in front of the window quietly like this. His body was too weak to support him to stand for a long time, but he just stubbornly stood there.

All this while his cellphone was in his hand. Right this instant, he held it up to his face, made some motions with some force and then loosened his grip, he repeated this action several times. He then lowered his sad eyes, upon seeing the cellphone's screen lit up, which had a picture of their glorious past, the happy "family of three" having a hearty laugh, as the wallpaper. He recalled the moment when this photo had been taken after a concert.