Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 779

In a world where a number of paths could be at one's disposal, ultimately, a definitive choice must be made several times. Once you have determined which way to go, the challenge is to see it through the end. Whether or not it was the best path, you won't find out until you've reached the arguable finish line.

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The moment their eyes met, it turned into a staring contest from which neither of them could escape. As the silence prolonged, she squinted to make sure none of his facial expressions were missed. Alas, she could not catch any on his stoic face. Due to his personality as an introspective man in a cutthroat environment, his basic instinct was to wear a poker face at all times. Unless he wanted for someone to see it, no emotion could ever be traced on his face, and it was often a predicament for Molly.

So annoyed was she, that she had a desire to tear his skin apart just to check if he were as cold and dead on the inside as he was on the surface. Unlike Molly's nervous eyes, Brian's deep black orbs were tranquil and emotionless.

A few more torturous minutes, and it became clear that they had reached a stalemate. With Brian refusing to answer, and Molly maintaining a fierce gaze, no one was willing to give in.

Finally, she could not take it any longer, and roared, "Answer me, Brian! Did you really stop loving me?"

In a plain tone, he answered, "Yes. I do not love you,"

His voice sounded so subtle and straightforward, driving Molly over the edge even more. But the truth was that, underneath his facade, his deceit was proving too much to handle for his heart.

Feeling powerless after his answer, Molly's eyes kept rotating in its sockets. Maybe it was because she could not believe her ears, or that she feared her tears would spill over, but she looked rather disconcerted. More than she had ever been when she had had to confront the kidnappers at the art class. As she lowered her eyes to look elsewhere, she mumbled, "No. It's impossible. That couldn't be. You're lying to me, you're lying to me..." Then she raised her head and glared at him viciously. "You're lying!" she repeated.

"Think whatever you like," dismissed Brian. After throwing a glance at Molly, he turned on his heels and walked out of the ward. His footsteps were neither too fast nor slow, as if the commotion that brewed in the room had nothing to do with him.

The slamming of a door reverberated in the room. In the wake of his absence, her heart hammered furiously.

No longer able to repress the sadness that spread like a poison, Molly resolved to bursting into tears now that she was alone.

Once Brian was outside the ward, he did not make a move immediately after he closed the door. Glancing back lightly, a mixture of emotions appeared in his eyes.

"Papa Brian..." came a child's soft voice.

Directing his gaze towards the direction of the sound, the first person he noticed was a frowning Spark. With a passive look, Brian gave him the cold shoulder, and then lowered his eyes to see his son, Mark.