Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 673

the woman moaned. There was a grunt and more moans as they continued doing whatever they were doing, unaware of Molly's presence. She didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going on in there. Her eyes filled with tears. Her lips trembled and her grip on the knob tightened.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably. Her eyes closed in agony and she felt it again: the intense pain which was her only companion whenever she involved herself with that man. It was a torture for her to stay there any longer. She had lost the courage to go into the room and see whether what she had conjectured in her mind was true or not. She and Brian used to be a couple, who had vowed in front of the God to be faithful to their marriage. Even if she did dash into the room, what could she do if there really was another woman on Brian's bed? They had already broken up. Yet, she felt cheated.

Molly silently closed the door and faltered towards the lift, weeping all the way as she clenched her teeth to suppress her grief and wrath. She pressed the lift button again and again. She wanted to go far away from that place as soon as possible. Tears kept running down her eyes, like raging rivers. 'How could you do this to me, Brian? How could you betray me?' her heart roared.

She entered into the lift as soon as it opened and finally burst out crying as the doors closed. She balanced her feeble body against the lift wall, but immediately slid down along its smooth surface. She sat on its floor, hugging her crouched knees and crying as much as her faint strength allowed her to. Molly hoped that all the grief caused by Brian's betrayal would be washed away by the tears. She would be smothered to death if she sealed all of her sadness in her heart. So she cried heartily, paying no attention to her surroundings or the party that was going on downstairs.

Spark started to feel uneasy as Molly was taking too long to come back. He knew that she might not want to see him barging into Brian's room, but he still wanted to make sure that she was alright. He let out a sigh, and walked towards the lift. He pressed the lift button and waited.

The lift door opened.

Spark was about to enter when he saw the person crouched down in the corner of the lift. Molly! Fear gripped him as he dashed into the lift towards her. He asked, "Mol, what happened?"

Molly was crying aloud in despair. She had her eyes closed, and her face under the mask was already a mess due to the tears.

"Mol..." said Spark worriedly. He so badly wanted to know what she had gone through in that room upstairs. It was the first time that he had ever seen her cry aloud in such agony. She hadn't even let out a sound as she cried when she had lost the lawsuit for Mark's custody.

Spark grabbed her gently and carried her in his arms. He had to take her out of there, no matter what. He walked out of the lift carrying her in his arms and scurried out of the hotel, regardless of the curious glances from the guests.

The neon lamps and the bright car lights dyed the night with a layer of colorful haze. The summer breeze was a refreshing welcome after a hot, exhausting day.

Molly looked blankly out of the car window. She laid back on the seat, without moving a muscle. The panting moans of the woman in Brian's bed was on loop in her head. She couldn't get rid of that sound.

"Spark, I don't want to go back," said Molly, breaking the long silence between them.

Spark turned slightly to cast Molly a look of concern. She looked like an empty shell, void of its soul. There were many questions that he wanted to ask her. But above all, he was worried about her. She looked devastated. In a gentle tone, Spark replied, "Okay." Looking away from Molly's face, he continued, "There is a place where I have been wanting to take you to."

He stepped on the gas and sped past other vehicles until they reached a small park. He parked the car in front of the entrance gate.

"Shall we take a walk?" asked Spark.