Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 557

"I am not sure..." she answered unhappily. "But I am his teacher. Why can't I?" she added.

"Teachers only do visits. They don't just move into their students' house." Richie's tone sounded stiff but casual. Hearing this, Shirley wasn't convinced at all.

"If that's the case, how come Antonio is living in the villa?" she asked in annoyance.

"He is there to protect our grandson," he replied, starting to get upset by her persistence. There was resignation in his tone.

Still not being able to give up her idea, Shirley asked again, "If we go there too, won't Mark be better protected?"

By this time, Richie finished correcting the last assignment. He turned to look at Shirley. In a tone of surrender, shaking his head, he said affectionately, "If you really want to go, we can go right away."

Putting her coffee mug down, Shirley retorted, "You know I am all talk."

A smile flitted across his eyes. He stood up and walked over to Shirley. "It's a fine day. How about a walk?"

Immediately, she nodded and walked out of the room with Richie, arm in arm. Shirley's thoughts went about their children as they strolled in the garden of the hotel. They had all settled down and found their loved ones. Yes, there were times when things weren't perfect, but as parents, all she and Richie wished for their kids was safety and happiness.

After a few steps, she started talking about how Mark was performing in the kindergarten. Looking at her, he was filled with contentment. They had been through so much. Now that they were together, enjoying each other's company in a happy, calm life, what else could he ask for?

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The nights on QY Island were so beautiful and the living there seemed so comfortable. During evening, the streets were busy. Night market stalls suddenly popped out and spontaneous entertaining activities could also be seen. The beach was full of fun, especially after Grand Night Casino had opened nearby. In addition to this festive aura, an amusement park, covering an area of nearly a thousand hectares, was under construction next to the casino. This would definitely increase the happenings on the island.

During that time, the beach was crowded with frolicking people. In the moonlight, the white beach seemed to have become softer. Brian and Molly were taking a walk after dinner. She was wearing flip-flop sandals, which didn't seem to be much of a wise choice. Today, instead of wearing suits, Brian was wearing a plain T-shirt paired with casual pants. He was wearing flip-flop sandals too. But unlike Molly, walking on the beach wearing sandals didn't seem to bother him at all.

Molly watched him from behind, confused, trying to catch up with him. He turned around and said to her, "If you feel uncomfortable walking around with your sandals on, then take them off. The sand here is clean. The sun shone on it in daytime, so it will be comfortable to walk on it barefoot."

After saying this, Brian bent over and said, "Lift your feet."

Even more confused, Molly just stared at him. Soon, he looked up at her with furrowed brows. When their eyes met, she subconsciously lifted her feet. He then took off her sandals and picked them up. As he stood up and walked ahead with Molly, his one hand was busy holding her hand while the other one was holding her sandals. Everything seemed so normal and natural, as if they were an old couple.

Without thinking much, she followed his pace. In her mind, she was recalling memories of this place. They were vague, yet somehow clear. The very first gift Eric gave her was related to this beach. But right now, she couldn't think of anything else but the memories of Brian's enchanting figure that very evening.

The sea breeze blew at people's faces, salty and moist. Walking on the soft, white sand, Molly felt as though she was having a foot massage. It was so warm.

As she looked at the hand holding hers, she pressed her lip at such lovely sight. Then her eyes went to Brian's other hand. Hooked by his fingers, her sandals swung back and forth as they continued to stroll. This scene tugged her heartstrings and made it warm.

They continued to walk hand in hand towards the neon-lit Grand Night Casino. Neither of them spoke. The beach was deafening, but they seemed to not care.

Molly walked with her eyes lowered. She kept looking at their intertwined hands and the sandals while enjoying the beach.