Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 761

The farthest distance in the world is not that even I love you, I can't be with you, but when I plainly cannot resist the yearning to be with you, yet I've to pretend that you never had a place in my heart.

The rays of the morning sun found its way into the room through the gap in the curtain and hit the mirror on the opposite side of the room, which reflected the light straight at Molly's sleeping face. She frowned and tried to block the light with her hands. But the rays penetrated through her fingers and disturbed her peaceful sleep. Squinting her eyes and frowning irritably, she slowly opened her eyes and tried to take in her surroundings.

Her head felt like it was going to tear apart because of the terrible hangover. She whined and finally opened her eyes fully. She immediately sat upright in the bed as she found she was in an unfamiliar room. 'Where am I?' she panicked.

Enduring the sharp pain in her head, she looked around the room to find out exactly where she was. She quickly realized that she was in a hotel room. Her heart raced at that point and she threw aside the quilt that was on top of her. She sighed in relief when she saw that she was still fully dressed. Only her jacket had been removed and was neatly placed on the chair nearby.

Molly was completely awake now, slowly recovering from her initial shock. She looked around the room once again. She frowned in confusion and murmured to herself, "How did I get here? I was drinking at the Lonely Bar last night and then..." She furrowed her brows, trying to remember what had happened at the bar last night. But nothing came to mind. She was blank.

As she tried to get out of bed, she saw a neatly written note tucked under a teacup on the dressing table. She got out of bed and picked up the note.

It said, 'Miss, the total bill for the wine and the room is 1850 dollars. You were too drunk to pay, so I took the cash from your wallet. Apologies for the intrusion.'

Molly glanced at her bag in the chair and stroked her forehead in annoyance. She was irritated that someone opened her bag without her permission, but she was also incredibly embarrassed that she had put herself in such a vulnerable position. "What the hell is wrong with me? How could I get drunk like that?" she reproached herself. After scanning the note one more time, she crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash can. Molly walked to her bag and made sure that everything was intact. She found her phone and checked for notifications. There were no missed calls, just one text message.

She opened the message folder.

It was from Mark, 'Mommy, why didn't you come home last night? This could be a serious problem for Papa Brian! But...if you're with Papa Brian, then that's good news for me and Vincent because your relationship with him has greatly improved. P.S.: Mommy, remember to call me back when you're free.'

Molly found it both funny and annoying as she read her little boy's message. She shook her head and dialed Mark's number.

Mark was in his art class, discussing something in secret with a few other children. Their faces were full of excitement and curiosity, and from time to time, they would give some enthusiastic?responses to his questions. The teacher chuckled and watched him rally the children like a small leader.

His phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw his mom's number on the screen. He then excused himself for a moment, and walked to the corner to pick up the call, "Mommy?!"

As soon as Mark picked up the phone, Molly heard the sound of other children in the background. She asked, "Mark, where are you?"

"I'm at the kindergarten art class," Mark replied cheerfully.

"What are you doing there?" Molly asked, still confused.

"Nothing much. I'm just playing with them," Mark said innocently, and then changed the subject. "Mommy, are you back home?"

"Not yet..." Molly said in an embarrassing tone, the corner of her lip twitching. "Mark, I promise you that this won't happen again."

"So you weren't at Papa Brian's place yesterday," Mark said with a tone of certainty. "Where were you all night, Mommy?"