Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 758

Whenever I felt fear creeping in, I'd put up a front and face it head-on. On the other hand, when tormented by reality, like a true masochist, I would embrace it with open arms.

For seeing a loved one despite the suffering could make it all worth it in the end. Like being under a spell that one can't break away from, it is something that simply can't be avoided.

In A-magic Restaurant.

During dinner, Mark was more than elated to be eating Chinese food once again. As he had been living abroad for almost two years, he had missed it very much, particularly the spicy dishes which were difficult to find in Britain. Vincent, however, was absent-minded the entire time.

"Vincent," said Mark, after taking a bite and gulping some water. "Why aren't you eating?"

Slumping back in his seat, Vincent threw him a dejected look. For over two years, he had not been able to talk to Brian, and the man never hinted the possibility of forgiving him. Today in the parking lot, Vincent saw him but it was just a glance. It troubled him that Brian did not even see him at all.

"Young master, do you think Miss Molly will make it today?" he asked, holding a glass of water. He feared that today could be a huge failure, and it sorely upset him because he had been anticipating his return to XK Intelligence Agency for a while now.

While Mark wiped his mouth with a napkin, his mannerism revealed that he was still just an ordinary kid, straightforward and spontaneous. Even though in the past few years Victor watched him grow, the boy still lacked the elegance that was often found in people from the Royal family. It was Victor's decision not to keep the child on a tight leash, allowing him to develop his own potential. Nevertheless, Mark was still heavily influenced by the extraordinary people around him.

"I don't know, either," Mark replied, still wolfing down his meal. Then he paused, his chopsticks in mid-air. Pursing his lips, he rested a hand on his chin. "If Mommy comes up with a great plan, I think she'll get her big break this time." Mark couldn't help but recall the encounter with Papa Brian today in parking lot. Taking into consideration what Prince Victor had shown him intentionally or otherwise, he started to understand, though vaguely, that something was out of reach even for Papa Brian

"Gosh!" Vincent let out a morose sigh. Having been Brian's former trusted assistant, Vincent was more than aware about what kind of person he was. In his eyes, Brian was rather detached. If he had really forgotten about Miss Molly, he would never show her mercy, regardless of any excuse for her actions. But what else was there for Vincent to do? At present, his only hope was for Molly to succeed in her plans. As Harrow had put it in simple words, this was the only way for him to return to XK Intelligence Agency.

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Later that night, when everyone was asleep, a few stars gleamed in the dark sky. Looking at its vastness gave off a disconsolate impression, making a person feel like a small, insignificant dot in an ever-evolving scheme of things.

Some dry leaves trembled as they were swept by the wind, causing people to feel more lonely than they wanted to admit.

The room was dark without any of the lights on. In Brian's arms Molly rested, pretending like nothing ever happened, as though she were still loved by Brian. Attracted by the sense of security that only he could provide her, she felt everything like a dream. If it were, however, Molly wished she would never wake up.