Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 695

Fate. It was something that could never be set in stone. Like a spring, its versatility depended on one's interpretation, and yearning for the thrill of life. Ultimately, fate was something that could be swayed by people's choices.

It seemed like just any other day at the Summer Breeze Bakery.

Spark, who was leaning against the window, held the violin and bow in his left hand. His right hand deep in his trouser's pocket.

With a hint of sadness on his face, his amber eyes gradually lost focus, as if falling into several layers of darkness.

"Spark," Manny said upon offering him a cup of coffee. He took a look at him and asked, "Are you ready to leave?"

Coming out of his reverie, Spark looked at Manny with hesitation and said, "She... She hasn't gotten her happiness yet." Then he concealed his sadness behind his usual arrogance. "What's more is that," he added promptly, "Wing's melody isn't complete just yet. Not only that, but I also promised Mr. Brian Long that it'll be finished. And as you well know, that kind of melody doesn't always come easy, but it is the greatest dream of any performer in the world." Slowly lifting the violin under his jaw, he placed the bow in his right hand and pulled the string gently. Then he continued to say, "Besides, I have the Stradivarius violin in my hands now. It was practically born for that melody." As he closed his eyes gently, he began to play the melody, A Mark of Summer, which gradually produced a breathtaking effect so powerful that it could penetrate deep into a person's heart.

Manny shrugged his shoulders, and agreed with Spark's remark. "Well, it's great that you've made your decision. After what happened the last time..." his voice trailed, "I don't think you're the old wayward Spark anymore." Manny paused, and then looked at Spark's immersion in the sound of his instrument and said, "Since you've let go of the past, all of that anger and resentment, I suggest that you go back and have a talk with your father... After all, no one can really judge what's right or wrong in a relationship, other than the ones who are involved in it, right?"

Abruptly, Spark stopped playing. The melody was cut short. He slowly opened his eyes into a glare, only to soften it immediately upon quickly realizing how hasty his initial reaction was. As soon as he calmed down, he continued to play with his eyes closed. This time, he made the effort to finish the melody. 'Violin is his life, and Molly is his soul. But if his soul were to disappear, he still has to live, doesn't he?' Manny thought.

He glanced at Spark, sighing discreetly as he turned away. He knew that Spark heard and understood his words, and decided not to delve into the topic any further. Only those who had been in these people's shoes would understand what they were going through. It allowed them to sympathize more thoughtfully with their unique experience.

Just as Manny walked out the restroom, he saw Harrow leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. A bit surprised, Manny closed the door behind him.

"Thank you!" said Harrow sincerely. Apparently, he had been there the whole time and overheard Manny's conversation with Spark just now. He had been busy in the last few days and didn't plan on seeing Spark at all. And yet, he couldn't help it. He felt guilty towards his younger brother. On top of everything, their father was in the hospital and refused to be visited by anyone else except Spark. Both Harrow and his elder brother knew how much their father expected Spark to visit him at the hospital.

"I don't want him to relive a painful memory all over again," Manny shared with Harrow lightheartedly, "It's just that, after walking out from the past, Spark's been stuck in the present. God!" Manny exclaimed in exasperation.

Hearing his words, Harrow sighed deeply as well. They both knew, however, that no one could help Spark as he, like his mother, was fully devoted to loving one person.

"I won't be going in to say hi," said Harrow, glancing at the closed door. "Please don't tell him that I was here."

Manny nodded, fully understanding. Then, they walked out of Summer Breeze Bakery. Half an hour after they left, two men in black suits walked in. Haughty and standoffish, both looked around the empty bakery store. Their eyes were full of darkness and animosity.

"Hello, gentlemen. Would you like to eat here or will it be for takeaway?" The waiter asked, putting on a forced smile. When he saw the cold eyes of these customers, his heart skipped a beat, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Where's your boss?" asked one of the two men, who seemed to be the one in charge.