Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 670

Her lips still curved into a smile, Wing continued to scan the rest area. Again she thought she saw someone else that was familiar. Judging by the figure that was clearly outlined even under dim lights, she asked Spark, "Is that Molly?"

Hearing her speculation, Spark frowned and felt uneasy. In response, Wing chuckled at his reaction. Laughing, she said, "Don't worry. Brian doesn't come to these events. He has absolutely no interest in such occasions, and wine parties are too boring and dull for him," she pointed out.

With a bitter smile, Spark complained, "It's not right for you to be saying that."

"Oh? And why is that?" Wing urged him on. Sipping her juice, she continued, "Is it because Molly is Brian's wife?" She answered herself. "If two people do not love each other, the marriage is not going to last at all, and they will leave each other eventually. It will be better for them to part from one another and find someone more suitable for them than to stick it out with each other in great pain and anguish. I think a person can always find happiness although they can't necessarily share that happiness," she said wisely.

Her profound words left Spark dumbfounded. It dawned on him that he knew so little about this woman in front of him. She was brilliant, talented and had a face like an angel. She also had a great husband willing to stand beside her and support her unconditionally. Spark knew well that Wing was kind, but did not expect her to be so wise.

"Don't look so strange," Wing smiled at him as she saw Spark's reaction. "Only those who have truly loved would understand the simple fact that love should be protected and nurtured by two people. So, good luck to you!" Wing wished him well.

She rose her bottle of juice still in hand. Then she turned around and walked away gracefully, leaving Spark with a feeling that a saint had come out of seclusion to give him some wise advice. He fixed his eyes on Wing's elegant back and became lost in thought.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Spark walked over to Molly with a glass of wine but was surprised to see three empty wine glasses on the table before her. The musician blinked several times to make sure he got the number right. Three. Shifting his gaze to Molly, he saw the woman was intoxicated and breathing heavily. The dim lighting made it difficult to see how she was. When he inspected her up close, Spark noted Molly's flushed face.

"Uhmmm… are these all yours?" Spark asked pointing to the three empty glasses. She raised glazed eyes to Spark and followed his fingers. Nodding slightly, Molly licked her beautiful and thin lips.

To make her a little more sober, she moved her head in an attempt to shake off the alcohol's effects. But her efforts had the opposite effect. Molly became dizzy, and her head began to ache. "Ohhh, that hurts!" she moaned.

"Well, you deserve it!" Spark snapped at her. He was angry now and was not going to let Molly get away with it. "This is alcohol, not some juice! Is that what you've been drinking all night?" After admonishing her, he bent down to pull Molly up and hold her steady. "Let's go. I'm going to see you home."

But Molly seemed to have lost her mind. She pushed Spark away and muttered in a husky voice, "I am not going home!" She raised her head and looked at Spark with alcohol-glazed eyes. "Spark, I only want to stay a little longer. I promise not to drink anymore. Trust me," Molly pleaded.