Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 600

It seemed as if time had stopped. Brian stood by the door coldly, porridge and soup in his hand while Molly and Spark stood across him by the ICU's windows side by side. They stood beside each other with their backs turned to him, and this did not spark joy in Brian's eyes. His intense stare sent daggers in their direction.

He turned around slowly and left as quietly as he came. When he ran into Shirley in one corner, he paused. She hadn't slept since visiting Mark in his hospital room. When he sensed that Shirley was looking at the food he was holding, he lowered his eyes by a fraction and said in a clipped voice, "Mol hasn't eaten anything for a whole day..." Then he raised his eyes to look at Shirley, "Shirley, please give these to her."

"What's wrong with you two?" Shirley asked with hint of a scowl on her face. They had been getting along well when they came back and even on the first day the accident had happened. She briefly wondered what had transpired that day.

"Please don't ask…" said Brian with finality in his voice. He handed the bag of food over to Shirley. She knew his temper quite well. He was so like Richie, who never wanted to talk about anything he did, even if he might be judged or misunderstood. She could only sigh, took the food he offered and went to the ICU.

Brian did not leave until he saw Shirley reached the ICU. He decided he did not need some rest yet, but instead went to the rooftop. Thick cumulus clouds obscured most of the moonlight. He leaned against the railing and fished out a cigarette from his pocket. He took out a lighter and lit it, its steel making a pit-pat sound as a reddish flame flashed by the side of his mouth.

Brian returned the lighter to its place and smoked silently, his other hand resting in the pocket of his trousers. The hazy cloud of smoke swirled and spread in the bleak moonlight. His face looked ethereal and almost unreal under the diffusing smoke, his handsome features enhanced by the gentle moonlight.

"Ding..." a beeping sound cut his thoughts. Brian frowned slightly and put one end of the cigarette between his lips, then took out his phone. He glanced at the name and number displayed on the screen before answering, "What have you found out?"

"Mr. Brian Long, just as you predicted," Vincent's cold voice came through the phone, "they may have tight deployment this time."

"What? Are you saying they did that only to prevent me from returning to the National Congress?"

"Yes!" Vincent stated in his usual distant voice. He continued, "We weren't able to find out the details. Shawn hasn't discovered any very valuable information either. I'm afraid that they're really determined to disturb the regime of Dragon Island this time." He paused for a second and added, "Do we need to strengthen the protection for our little master?"

Brian raised his hand in the silence to lift the stick from his lips, and inhaled a puff of smoke. The little sparks from the cigarette looked especially bright in the dark night. He exhaled the smoke gently and slowly said, "Let me think about it."

"Alright." Vincent answered. He knew that Brian had never thought of returning to Dragon Island, so those people were just overthinking. Besides, due to his many identities which remained largely unknown by outsiders, it was impossible for Brian to host the National Congress as the person in charge of XK Intelligence Agency. If things escalated to unmanageable limits, Mark would have no choice but to inherit the candidacy for power holder and host the National Congress as a member of the Long family. Since their opponent would naturally want what they wanted, Mark would be in great danger. With these thoughts in mind, Vincent asked, "Mr. Brian Long, does this accident have anything to do with them?"

"I guess not," Brian calmly said, without a trace of doubt in his voice. That sort of thing could not be done by Becky or people against imperial power for that matter. If they did that, they would most likely to be exposed. However, in order to prevent Brian from finding out the truth, they had destroyed many of the clues except the one pointing to Becky. "But they were undoubtedly reminded at the same time," he added after thinking it through.

Vincent was silent. He understood what Brian meant.

"Tell Shawn to retreat," Brian said in the same impassive tone. "You will take a trip by yourself."