Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 638

"I'm alright," Brian regained his poise, "Take the food away."

He went upstairs into the study, but instead of turning on the light, he stood before the window, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. His every movement indicated utter loneliness.

The darkness grew thicker, swallowing the lights all around, nipping away at the final thread of Brian's hope and joy.

He was immersed in complete darkness, aside from the light of the blazing cigarette. The smoke swirled up and filled the room.

Under the same night sky, Molly collapsed onto the floor, head leaned against the door as she gazed out the window. She felt overwhelmed by the darkness as well.

And once again, the sound of the violin solo cut through the silence. The phone screen twinkled, breaking the darkness which was around her.

Molly gradually shifted her eyes to the bed. It took her a long time to pull herself together. She stood up, but almost stumbled because of her numb feet.

Before she could reach the phone, the ringing stopped and the screen went dark. She took the phone in an attempt to see the number, but the phone jingled again with Spark's photo on it. The picture was of Spark playing the violin. She had taken it while she was acting as his assistant during his practice.

"Spark?"

"Mol!" Spark's worried voice immediately filled Molly's ears, "Why didn't you go to work today?"

Molly thought for a second, then answered, "I caught a cold, so I took a few days off." Her hoarse voice was the perfect proof.

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"Yes," Molly smiled, "I went to the doctor and I'm taking medicine too."

"It's late. Were you sleeping?" Spark had just realized that it was almost midnight.

"No, I wasn't. I slept too much during the day."

Spark nestled against the column of the baker's house in the second floor, eyes fixed on the building across the street, "I'm free now. We could talk for a while and kill some time."

Molly moved to the bed, laid down, legs outspread, "Okay..." She didn't know what else to say. It was as if some part of her heart was missing. Spark's gentle voice reminded her of the Island where they had lived a carefree life.

Their conversation floated around every topic they could think of. Spark was very sensitive and considerate. He didn't miss the unhappiness in her voice. "Mol, do you remember the time when we attended the charity concert in Paris?"

"Yeah," Molly beamed at the memory, "You kept playing the violin to comfort the lost child, yet he cried harder and louder." She laughed.

"Yeah," Spark said as he rolled his eyes, "And you told me there wouldn't be anyone who didn't like music, but the child just cried hysterically as I continued playing. I remember that you called him a weirdo."

"What's even more incredible was that you dove into the water to stop him from crying," Molly laughed, "And the kid criticized your diving style too."

"Well, that was not my fault," Spark shrugged, "Who could have guessed that his father was a diving champion? There was no way that I could hold a candle to him."

"But you dove in, with the violin! "

"My back was against the wall."

They chatted merrily for a while.

Meanwhile, Brian was standing outside her door with a cup of milk. He was just about to open the door when he heard their joyful chatting. He loosened his grip on the doorknob and stayed there. He just listened to them talking, pretty much like a peeping Tom. Yet what he received was not gossip, just poignancy and sorrow.

The next several days witnessed Brian moping around. He didn't even go to the yard, let alone leave the villa.

Molly, on the other hand, was present for every meal, but she would go back up immediately after she was done eating. After all, she had nowhere else to go because Brian had dictated that she couldn't leave the villa since he had already asked her boss for three days off.