Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 739

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After more than twelve hours of flight, the plane finally landed in London early in the morning. Unlike the frosty world of A City due to the heavy snow, London was sunny even during the winter, the early morning sunlight casting in every corner and bringing subtle warmth during the day.

As soon as they disembarked the plane, Molly took Mark to pick up their suitcases. Seeing as it was not her first time in London, and having lived abroad for several years, she no longer felt at a lost or helpless in the airport.

"Mommy, where are we going?" asked Mark, looking up at his mom. The tired boy rubbed his eye sleepily, yawning whilst looking around in a clueless manner.

Shaking her head, Molly leaned a little and said, "After we get our luggage, Mommy will take you somewhere to have dinner. I noticed that you didn't like the food on the plane..." At which, his son nodded in understanding. Straightening up, they continued to chatter while waiting for their luggage to show up.

While both mother and son were preoccupied with finding their luggage, Ling - who was hiding behind a post, grimaced at the sight of them. 'Oh my god, ' she thought to herself. 'Molly and I must have taken the same flight.' Knitting her eyebrows, she did not dare to emerge from behind the pillar. If they ever saw her, there was a possibility that Molly might speculate about Brian's and her acting. So in an attempt to avoid being exposed, Ling had no other choice but to wait for Molly and her son to pick their luggage and leave. When she was sure that they were long gone, she rolled her eyes, and walked out from her hiding spot to get her suitcase.

The moment Molly and her son reached the exit of the airport, they were stopped by a man with blonde hair and eyes. After a quick once-over at Molly, he asked, "Hello, are you Miss Molly?"

Confused, Molly nodded and asked, "If I may ask, who are you?" The man smiled upon her confirmation.

"Hello, Miss Xia. My name is Alan," he said, his voice changing instantly. "Prince Victor sent me to pick you up."

"I'm sorry but... Prince Victor?" The woman grew more confused by the second. For one thing, she didn't know Prince Victor at all. So it came as a surprise to be picked up in the airport by a complete stranger.

"Yes," said Mr. Allen nonchalantly. "Miss Xia, please follow me." Doubt was apparent in Molly's eyes as she looked at him suspiciously.

Then she turned to his son, as though she wanted to hear his thoughts about the situation.

Pursing his small lips, Mark looked at Alan and said in a loud voice, "Mommy, before we flew here, didn't you receive a call from some stranger? Could it have been from the prince?" Blinking furiously, she pondered about the likelihood of Mark's hunch, and nodded in agreement.

"It sounds that way. How else would he have known that I was on that flight?" she asked with a certain degree of uncertainty. "Mark, let's go..." Frowning, Molly did not let fear get the best of her, as she was filled with a strong sense of belief to fulfill her purpose. There were better things for her to worry about.

When they followed Alan, he escorted them to an extended limo. As soon as Molly got in with her son, the luxurious car started to drive away. To what destination, neither of them knew. Looking at the streets of London, Molly's mood began to shift drastically as she reminisced. "Mark," she said, looking at him with a wan smile. "This was the place where I found out I was pregnant with you."