The sweets shop was a place of pleasant indulgence. The heady aromas of sweet milk tea and mellow red tea wafted about the cheery space. Outside the temperature was high, but inside customers enjoyed the perfect surroundings, lingering to ogle the delicious treats and delectable drinks being served. Molly basked in the bright sunshine that entered though the tinted windows. She stared contentedly at the multi-colored reflections that made a kaleidoscope on the tiled floor.
Sitting at a table near the tall window, she gently laid a hand on her swollen belly. Tenderly she stroked the burgeoning life that blossomed within her. In her other hand she held a cup of sweet milk tea. The taste was sweet, but not greasy. It was so nice that her tongue could not help but dance across her lips to lap up every last drop.
While she was enjoying her delicious milk tea, the door opened, disturbing the wind-bell fastened there. The clear ringing drew her from her reverie.
At hearing the musical tinkle, Molly raised her head and looked around at the door.
A tall man stood silhouetted against the bright light streaming in from outside. He glanced around the room with a pair of deep-set eyes which featured prominently in his attractive face. Soon the indifference in his eyes vanished, and a gentle smile played on his face as he saw her familiar figure near the window.
The man had such presence that he towered over everyone both physically and mentally. Wherever he went, he arrested the gazes of all the people around. Men or women, old or young, all were captivated by his appearance.
But Brian Long only had eyes for Molly. He smiled and walked over to her with a deliberate gracefulness. With studied ease, he took a seat opposite her.
"How did you know I was here?" Molly asked. A smile blossomed on her petite face, like a lily opening after a rainstorm.
He gazed at her and answered in a calm tone, "You told me yesterday that the milk tea of this shop was delicious, remember?" The seductive quality of his voice was like a caress as he spoke, "I finished my work just now. When I got home I was told that you were out. So I thought you must be here."
Hearing Brian's words, Molly felt thrilled and her smile grew even bigger. 'When a man loves you deeply, he will pay attention to each sentence you've spoken. Even if it is not important, he will listen to you carefully. With such a man as her husband to be, a woman should be happy. And now I am such a woman. I'm leading a happy life because of Brian, ' Molly thought happily.
"Are the problems of the National Congress all solved?" she asked wanting to reciprocate by showing interest in his work.
Brian nodded, and then explained to her, "The problem slipped in when Eric was away, visiting other countries. I had to go and handle it."
"But you are actually not a member of the National Congress. If you go, won't it cause trouble for Eric?" Molly worried a little over his involvement. She knew matters were tough. Both Uncle Frank and Eric Long were away, and only Brian could attend to the crisis. But the other members of National Congress might not see it that way.
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