Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 1021 Extra Story 2 Of Sweetness Between Bri And Mol Moved

On their way back home, Molly's eyes were still red, but she painted a smile on her lips. She held a violin-shaped music box given to her as a gift from Spark, tightly in her hands. She lowered her gaze slightly and stroked the music box gently with her fingers. Then she

slowly opened the lid and "The Summer Breeze" melody drifted out.

Brian was driving the car and turned his head slightly to glance at her. Discontent was apparent on his cold and sculpted face, but relief and comfort gradually appeared deep in his falcon-like eyes. He returned his gaze to the road ahead. He didn't drive fast, nor did he say a word about the scene from the beginning to the end. The only reason why he kept silent was that he wanted Molly to reflect in quietness. He didn't want Molly to focus on the recovery of Spark's hand or their reunion. Brian wanted her to feel and focus on how well he had treated her.

Although, as smart and conceited as Brian was, he hadn't expected that things would go the way they did. According to Brian, if there was one person that Molly had to thank for curing Spark that should be him. However, Molly showed no sign of gratitude towards him at all. It was as if she didn't even realize what Brian had done to help Spark. Furthermore, to add insult to injury, she not only made a scene at the restaurant in front of him as well as everyone else that had been there, but also left him and their children at home to go out on a date with Spark.

"Papa!" Mark called Brian while he held a pen in his hand and looked at him with furrowed brows. He was sitting on a chair in his own office, and with the new title of administrative director of National Congress of Dragon Island, Mark looked like a little adult. Moreover, after being trained as a candidate for the power holder of Dragon Island and being abroad for exchange learning at the special forces of State Parliament for two years, he, who was at the early age of ten, already had the imposing manner similar to that of Richie and Brian in their childhood. However, there was a difference between Mark, his grandfather, and his father. Richie and Brian had been cold and bloodthirsty since their childhood. Whereas Mark always wore a smile on his face, which made him look as mild as a lamb. Nevertheless, one should never judge a book by its cover because looks could be deceiving, and it would be best never to view Mark as a lamb, for a person who had completed the phased training as a candidate for the power holder of Dragon Island would by no means be naive or completely kind-hearted.

Hearing his son's voice, Brian glanced at him. However, when he saw the pen in Mark's hand, he withdrew his sight and said in an indifferent tone, "Mark, I told you when you have a problem, you should first try to solve it by yourself, rather than ask anyone else for help." When Mark didn't get the result that he was hoping for, he wore a big smile and put his pen down. He then jumped off the chair and went to his father. Brian followed his son with his gaze as Mark sat down next to him and asked like a child with mature thoughts, "Where's mommy?"

"She has gone out," Brian answered indifferently without any sign of emotion on his cold face.

Mark shrugged and asked another question, "Are you free this evening?"

"I have something to discuss with your Uncle Eric," Brian answered in a flat tone.

"Oh..." Mark complained and sighed slightly with an expression of regret on his little face. Then, as if he was mumbling to himself, he said in a low voice, "I was hoping to have dinner with mommy and Spark this evening. I wasn't expecting that you would skip it." As soon as Brian heard that Mark was going to have dinner together with Spark as well as Molly, he felt perturbed, but on the outside, he remained calm and indifferent. Opening his thin lips, he said, "I'll join you when I finish talking with your uncle." After saying that, he uncrossed his legs and stood up. "I'm going to A City together with your mommy in a couple of days," he said, turning his head slightly to look at Mark's slightly raising face. "There is a myriad of affairs related to the National Congress of Dragon Island. You have to learn to handle them by yourself. I won't always be able to help you."

Mark pursed his lips slightly and muttered, "I'm not asking for your help. I am helping you here. The fact is that mommy is going to accompany Spark while you're here alone." Looking at Brian, who squinted slightly, he curled his little lips. Then he stood up and said with a smile on his face, "All right. I see. Now that I've chosen this path, I will walk forward fearlessly!"

Of course, Brian could see through Mark and know what he was thinking. As a powerful man who controlled the fate of people every day, he was very good at reading people, let alone a ten-year-old child who was also his son. Now that his child had sensed his uneasiness, Brian felt even more restless. He wanted to escape from his son's gaze and observation.

So, with one of his hands tucked in his trouser pocket, Brian left the office. Watching his father go, Mark shrugged his shoulders again. He then said to Wyatt, who had been standing in the corner as if invisible, "How long do you think my papa will endure?"

Wyatt was a clean-cut boy of fifteen years, who had been specially selected by Mark, to be his shadow. He had been chosen from the Shadow Organization when Mark had entered the National Congress, officially. The two of them hadn't gotten along with each other for a long time, and yet, Mark had known his characteristics quite well. Wyatt might have looked like an angel, but he was a devil in disguise.

"I guess Mr. Brian Long won't endure much longer after tonight!" Wyatt answered in a dull tone.

Mark's face broke into a wide smile when he heard Wyatt's reply. He looked him straight in the eyes and shook his head. "No, you're wrong!"

*

In the bar, Silence, Molly stood with her arms resting on the counter with a smile at the corners of her mouth. She gazed at the small stage in the center of the bar, on which Spark was playing the saxophone with great passion. He lost all self-consciousness as his entire body became immersed in the experience allowing the music to take over him. He was dressed in casual clothes as usual. A couple of buttons on his blue shirt were left unbuttoned. Under the misty light inside the bar, his wheat colored skin looked especially attractive. He wore a pair of middle suit pants and a pair of casual style white leather shoes. Together with the allurement of his eyes and the tantalizing saxophone music that he was playing, there wasn't a single woman in the bar that wasn't attracted to him. Besides, in this day and age where appearance and beauty were all that mattered, it could be said that Spark had become the common enemy of all the men inside the bar.

"It's natural to feel attracted to such a handsome and captivating man as him."

Molly turned her head to see whom the calm voice belonged to. Hawk came and stood by her side, and when Molly saw the familiar face, she greeted him warmly, "Uncle Hawk."0000000☐☐☐☐☐