Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 766

His question took them by surprise once more, and it required more wisdom for the answer to match their excuse earlier. Cautious to protect Mark's innocence, both adults spoke in unison.

"Full-time."

"Part-time."

They looked at each other in shock. Their differing answers nearly threw their first excuse off the track. Pretending to be surprised, Mark looked up at Molly, and then at Brian. "Which is it exactly?" he asked.

It was like Molly lost her tongue. For she did not dare to speak anymore in fear that she might make things worse. Luckily, Brian managed to clean the mess their inconsistency created. "She's here for a part-time job." Then he glanced up at the dishes on the table. "It's just that my butler is going to be on leave for a few days. So for the meantime, I asked your mom to take over his position until he's back," he explained. Walking to the dining table, he pulled the chair out and said, "Come on then, Mark. Let's eat."

Pouting, Mark considered how to ask his question. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke to Molly, "Mom, I want to wash my hands first."

"Okay, come with me." After stealing a glance at Brian, she took Mark to the bathroom.

She stood by the doorway, her hand firmly clutching the doorknob as Mark washed his hands. Although he could not show it with Mark around, Molly was indignant at the way Brian talked about her role in the cover story. 'Full-time job, par-time job. A housemaid, servant...' thought Molly in a sulky mood. 'Am I someone who's doomed to serve others all life long? I've lived in the villa for at least three times so far, and yet my title always bounced between housemaid or servant. Can't you at least find a more decent title for me for once? It's just so degrading to be called those words all the time!'

"Mom," said Mark encouragingly, noting her annoyance while still washing his hands, "I'm trying to help you. But it still depends on you to prevail over Papa Brian." His voice sounded so firm and steady that Molly could not help but wonder how these words could come from such a sweet, tender little boy.

"Prevail over Brian? Where the hell can I find the power to do that?" Molly asked mindlessly, until she realized her mistake in front of her son. While giving him an apologetic look, Molly noted Mark's displeasure. He had his lips pressed together, and did not say anything. To alleviate the tension, Molly tried to change the topic, "Focus on your study. Don't always hang around with Victor. He will try to mess with your head!" she reminded him reproachfully.

"I know," responded Mark reluctantly.

Suddenly remembering something that troubled her earlier, Molly turned to his son and asked him a question in a curious manner. "Why are you calling your Papa Brian your uncle?"

"Because," started Mark, wiping his hands with a towel, "he's forgotten that I'm his son." Jumping down from the small stool, he continued with a smirk on his face, "So I have to forget that he's my dad."

"Yes, he's forgotten you. You know that. But..." Molly ended her sentence halfway. Her son's words gave her something to consider. Right away, she stooped down and stared into his eyes, "You mean..." she trailed off, narrowing her eyes in contemplation while waiting for Mark to confirm her idea.

But Mark, being overly cautious, did not want to display all of his plans yet. "I meant nothing," he said smirking sheepishly at his mother. The boy looked so cute and tender, his long and thick eyelashes over his big, bright eyes. And as he smiled, his face revealed these adorable dimples on either of his cheeks. Despite being astonished with his denial, Molly's heart fluttered with love for her son. "Mom, I'm going to go out there for dinner now. You know. I'm the guest here," he said, and in a flash, he dashed off away from her. With the boy on the way to the dining room, Molly was left still stooped down on her knees while looking into the distance.