Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 636

"You wish," Lucy said in a low whisper. She obviously didn't want anybody else hearing her talk.

Jeff smiled, "Fine. You don't miss me, but I do. Isn't that why you are calling me - to soothe my soul?"

"You can surely talk sweet," Lucy laughed. "I'm calling about something serious."

"What's wrong?" Jeff threw the cigarette butt away and asked. "Has something happened?"

"Yes," Lucy answered. She told him what had happened in the villa in the evening. "I am not sure what happened, but when Brian and Molly came back, they both looked like hell. The doctor was called upon and he was in the room for a while. I went over on purpose, pretending to ask the doctor about my dad's arthritis. Of course, I also pretended to care about Molly and asked what had happened to her. I think that regardless of whether Brian loves her or not, if she is in danger, he wouldn't be as calm as he pretended to be."

"Oh?" Jeff responded. He had already assumed that much from the incident that evening. Lucy's words just served to harden that assumption. An evil smile appeared on his lips. "Lucy, the National Congress is in three days. These two days before its commencement are very important to us."

"I understand," Lucy said. After a pause, she continued, "Jeff, if we succeed this time, will you really take me to Dragon Island?"

"Of course, silly," Jeff answered. "Why would I lie to you?"

Lucy smiled. She knew that Jeff wouldn't lie to her. But still, she wanted to hear the words from him. Maybe women are born insecure.

"Jeff, you will succeed this time. You will become the top man in the Congress," she said firmly. "Good night."

"Good night,"

Jeff said as he hung up and put the phone in his pocket. He placed his hands on the hood, supporting himself. He fixed his eyes on the sea, with a faint smile on his face. Yet, that smile was too subtle to reach his eyes.

*

Dawn broke. Brian had been up all night. When the first light hit him, he took a quick shower, got changed, and went to the study. All urgent and important matters had been taken care of already. He was just waiting for the National Congress to commence. He wasn't as busy as he used to be. Molly was still sleeping and he was worried about her.

"Lucy, take this to Mr. Brian Long," Lisa handed the breakfast to Lucy.

Lucy complied. After placing the breakfast in Brian's study without disturbing his work, she returned downstairs and saw that Lisa was still busy preparing breakfast. She asked, "Mom, where's Mrs. Molly Long's breakfast? Should it be taken upstairs too?"

"She usually eats downstairs," said Lisa. She didn't sense anything odd about Lucy's behavior. Suddenly she stopped what she was doing, and said, "Since Mr. Brian Long is home, I am not sure if she will come down for breakfast. If she doesn't, she's going to starve. I'd better take her food upstairs."

"I'll go," Lucy volunteered.

"You?" Lisa looked at her doubtfully. Because of Brian, Lucy had never liked Molly. What was all this about now?

Lucy rolled her eyes and said, "I saw that you were busy and I have nothing better to do right now. If you don't want my help, then fine. Just do it yourself."

She pretended to walk away as she said that.

"Can't you see that I am busy picking the river snail meat out of its shells?" Lisa scolded, "Go and give it to her." As Lucy turned around with the plate of food, Lisa added, "Mrs. Molly Long is in Mr. Brian Long's bedroom."

Lucy just shrugged her shoulders and went upstairs. As she ascended the stairs, she kept staring at Brian's bedroom door till she stood before it. She paused for a few seconds and turned the doorknob slowly.

With the thick curtains drawn in, the room remained dim even as the sun shone brightly outside. Under the deep blue comforter, Molly slept, breathing in and out evenly, without even noticing that someone had come into the room.

Lucy put the plate down on the bedside table. The floor carpet made no noise as she walked over it, but she still stepped as lightly and quietly as she could. She stood by the bed and looked down at Molly's sleeping face. Even in the dim light, Molly looked ghastly pale. Her left cheek was still red and swollen.

Lucy's eyes filled with mockery. She whispered, "You don't belong here, but you still tried to come into Brian's world. And this is the price you have to pay for it."

Her hand quietly slid into her pocket and found the mini syringe. The thin and short needle sparkled creepily in the dim room.

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