Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 736

"We have to get up early tomorrow to get to the airport," Molly said while covering Mark with a quilt. "You should sleep quickly, okay?"

"Mommy, aren't you going to sleep now?" Mark asked.

Molly paused and said with a faint smile, "The house is really dirty. I have to clean it before going to sleep. You go to sleep first, and I will join you soon."

Mark nodded and said, "Good night, Mommy."

"Good night, Mark." Molly kissed him on his forehead. She turned on the light at the head of the bed and adjusted it to a moderate brightness before leaving the room.

Molly looked at the heavy dust everywhere. She rolled up her sleeves and fetched a bucket of water to begin cleaning. She had met Steven in a rush several times since he had come back. But after that, he hadn't been in touch with her. During the time when Brian was in a coma, she hadn't left the hospital at all and she hadn't called Steven even once. She had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Her hands gradually stopped moving. She felt sad and guilty. She had not been a good wife, and now she realized that she was not a good daughter either.

She took a deep breath and put a restraint on her tears. This was not the time to fall prey to her sadness.

When she finished cleaning the living room, she walked towards her parents' bedroom with a bucket of water in her hand. She pushed open the door and a heavy smell of dust overwhelmed her all of a sudden. She looked at the dusty bed. It obviously hadn't been slept in for at least months. She put the bucket of water aside, mumbling to herself in confusion, "Where has Papa gone? What's he doing?"

Fishing out the cellphone from her pocket, Molly looked at its screen and saw that it was past one o'clock at night. She thought for a while and finally dialed Steven's number because she was worried for him now.

But the call didn't go through. Instead, a mechanical voice said, 'The subscriber you have called cannot be reached at the moment. Please call later or leave a message after the beep. '

Molly's eyebrows knotted tightly. Her eyes swept around the room again. And that was when she saw the piece of neatly folded paper under the quilt, which was half visible.

She placed the phone in her pocket and strode towards it in a hurry. She raised the quilt and picked up the paper. She could hardly breathe because of the sudden tension which had built up in her.

For some unknown reason, her hands began quivering. She slowly unfolded the paper, immediately recognizing Steven's handwriting, which she was so familiar with.