Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 627

When she came back to the villa, Brian was nowhere to be found. 'He must be staying late at work tonight, ' she thought. When Lisa saw her coming in, the woman went to the kitchen and started serving her dinner. Molly placed her purse on the dining table and looked at the warm meal before her. Eating alone, it was the same as it had been many years ago.

She only took a few bites. With her father on her mind, she didn't have much of an appetite. She drank some water and then retreated to her bedroom. Welcomed by her bed, she lay down on it and stared at the ceiling. Brian and she had been living in the same villa, yet they barely saw each other. And even if they did, they hardly exchanged words nowadays. It had only been days, but the silent treatment felt like it had been much longer than that. She sighed dejectedly. This kind of life was toxic. It was killing her. Five years ago, she came to this villa to pay his father's debt. That was all. But today, five years later, she was still in the villa. The only difference was that now she was living this miserable life as Mr. Brian Long's wife. Even with everything that had happened, they were no better than strangers.

Molly smiled bitterly at the thought. She took her phone out of the purse and stared at it, waiting expectantly for Steven's call. But the phone never rang the entire evening. At last, she couldn't take it anymore and called Brian.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Thrice. It was the fifth ring when someone picked up on the other end of the line. Neither of them spoke first.

Molly leaned against the headboard, biting her lip hesitantly before saying in a low voice, "I went to the old house to see my dad this afternoon. But he wasn't home. I haven't heard back from him at all and I don't have any way to reach him either. Can... can you please help me find him?"

He didn't answer at once. "He's a grown man. He won't get lost." Brian replied icily.

Molly gritted her teeth but said nothing.

There was a long silence then. Neither of them spoke yet nobody had hung up either. Molly fiddled with a strand of her hair before she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Well..." Molly finally began. "Never mind then. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

She ended the call before Brian could respond. Her father had lived at that place for tens of years. He was familiar with the city like the back of his hand. Now that he was no longer hiding from any debts, what could possibly happen to him? Maybe she was being worried for no reason. Or... Did she call Brian just to hear his cold voice? Was it because she missed it? 'Come on, Molly, ' she berated herself. 'Haven't you suffered enough? Don't you think you've had enough drama to last a lifetime?'

She groaned at her own thoughts. Molly closed her eyes, slid down, and curled up on the bed. She felt cold. Freezing cold. Then again, she realized what she felt probably had little to do with the weather, and more to do with her husband's treatment.

Brian held the phone to his ear even long after she had ended the call. Finally, he put it down and looked at the empty hallway distractedly. He'd forgotten what he was supposed to be doing next.