Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 650

"He is doing very well. He will be fine as long as he stays away from strenuous exercises. The doctor also says that if he recovers well, there is a chance that he will be perfectly healthy," Wing told him excitedly.

Brian smiled, which was rare for him. All the stress and fiascoes that happened the past few days and even before that seemed to be washed away at this good news.

"Weston and I are going to A City recently. The 20th anniversary of Mr. Song's retirement is near and he has been urging me rather convincingly to come to his party," Wing added.

"Okay. Are Richie and Shirley coming too?" Brian asked.

"They will come after Mark recovers. Richie is worried that the long journey will be bad for Mark's recovery if they come now," Wing explained.

"I understand," Brian said.

"By the way, how is everything with you and Molly? Richie and Shirley are looking forward to your wedding. Ha ha," Wing quipped.

When Wing said that, Brian leaned back in his seat and looked at the somber gray sky. He was lost in his own thoughts. His mind drifted back to that one night on QY Island, when they had professed their marriage vows in that church, just a few witnesses and the two of them. He had never thought of giving her a wedding back then. However hearing Wing ask about it now made him think about it and he wanted to hold a wedding just for her. Then again, he learned that sometimes, he didn't get what he wanted. Would Molly still be his bride?

"Brian?" Wing called on the phone, noticing his absent-mindedness when his end went silent.

"Yeah, I'm here," Brian said, coming to his senses. "Call me when you set the time. I will pick you up. Don't show up alone out of the blue."

"I won't. I'll be coming with Weston." The happiness radiating from Wing's voice could be felt from the other line.

Brian smiled, "Okay, the two of you."

*

The rustling of papers and quiet gliding of the pen nib against the smooth paper were the only things that made a sound in the conference room at the Sasha Music Troupe.

Molly was busy tidying scores. She had been absent for only a few days but there was already a stack of them waiting on her desk when she came back. By the time she had put them in order, it was already noon. She was ready to go have lunch.

When she went back to her office to grab her bag, two of the other assistants who had joined the troupe the same time as her and some senior employees were busy chattering about something. Molly ignored them and went to her seat to get her things.

"Look guys! This diamond is so special. There is a drop of blood in it."

"What? You must be kidding."

"No, I'm not. Come and see for yourself."

"Eh? Oh my! It is true." "Maybe the craftsman cut his finger when he cut the diamond and his blood got in it."

"Nonsense! How could the blood get into the diamond? Furthermore, who would buy the diamond if that was the case?"

"Maybe it is not blood. Maybe it is part of the diamond."

"Then this will be the strangest diamond I've ever seen."

"What's strange about it? In Jurassic Park, people even resuscitate dinosaurs by getting their blood from their fossils. Why can't there be blood in diamonds? Maybe before this diamond became a diamond, some animal, let's say a pangolin, dropped blood on the stone," a lovely girl put in, clenching her fists and gesticulating excitedly as she imagined the images she had just described.