"So what happened?" the man asked.
The waitress quickly ran over through everything that happened and the man frowned, "How did you
hear them talking?"
"I put this on Becky's shirt," the waitress said as she pulled out a tiny black thing about the size of half a
fingernail from her pocket. The man recognized it at once - it was a micro-recorder and listener and
was designed to be undetectable.
"So, that means Molly isn't useful to us," the man frowned again and murmured, "I just heard news that
Addison was sent abroad for treatment and now we find that Molly is of no use after all? So what's the
plan? Do we stop now or what?"
The waitress didn't agree, so she said, "Young Master, I think we can still try whether or not Brian loves
Molly," she explained further when she saw the man shaking his head, "Anyway, as long as it doesn't
affect the overall plan, we shouldn't have a problem. If Brian's just pretending that he loves Molly then it
would just be a waste of energy at most but what if he really does love Molly?"
"But this is a crucial time," the man said, "I think we'd just better report it to my father."
The waitress just shrugged, "I'm going back."
The man nodded and watched as the waitress walk back all the way to the back door. Then he threw
out his cigarette and put it out with his foot and left. As he walked, he lowered his head slightly thinking
about the past few days. Earlier at the QY Island, everyone had been suspicious of how much Brian
cared for Molly. A person like Brian would never show anything like that in public. But if it really was just
a game like what he heard at the hospital that morning then it would make a lot more sense. Of course,
there was also the possibility that it was all just for pretense.
The man's phone rang just as he stepped out of the alley. He got inside the car just near the road, took
out his phone, and waved for the driver to go then answered the call. "Send someone to keep an eye
on Molly," he said. He hung up the phone and looked ahead towards the road. "Forrest, make sure
Brian's men doesn't find out that we're watching Molly," he said.
The driver nodded and asked, "Young Master, why don't we just, you know, arrest Molly outright? Isn't
that easier?"
"My father has other plans for her," the man said blankly, closed his eyes, and decided to take a quick
nap. Forrest then didn't bother to say anymore and just drove silently and carefully so that his young
master can have a more comfortable sleep.
Back at the villa, Molly didn't know what to do. This was her third time to get back and each time, she
felt differently.
"Mol, I can get you out of here," Spark said as he stared out at the villa, and he sounded hurt.
Molly looked ahead, shook her head, and said, "Spark, you know, I can't and I won't leave,"
"But why? You obviously don't want to be here either!" Spark said through clenched teeth.
Molly smiled bitterly, "Even though I don't want to, I still have no other choice. He knows all my
weakness and everything else and I can't let anyone I care about get hurt because of me." As she
looked down at the ring on her finger where a blue diamond sat, she briefly felt emotional - the good
kind. Until it turned to resentment, she continued, "Even then, I'm his wife and I can't change that. As
long as he doesn't want anything to change, nothing will."
She'd been willing to be trapped to this marriage but it was now turning into a prison of misery for her.
'Well, what do you expect? Love? From him?' Molly thought to herself mockingly. Molly took a deep
breath and turned around only to find Spark upset. She managed to smile, "Spark, thank you. But if you
really care about me," She bit her lips, "Just leave. Go back to your world and never come back."
"No," Spark said rather firmly, "Mol, I will not leave."
"Spark, please, I'm begging you," Molly pleaded, "I don't want you to see me like this. Don't you
understand that?"
Spark was smiling but the golden hue of his eyes couldn't ever hide the sadness in them even if he
tried to, "Why? I've seen you worse than this before. Mol, you're not happy. How can I leave knowing
you're not happy?"
As the wind blew, the trees danced along with it bending over Molly and Spark. Spark's regular
confidence was gone and now he just looked meek. They stared into each other's eyes in silence.
"Mol, don't worry, you can go back now. I'll wait until you've left," Spark said gently, "Mol, just look at the
bright side. At least you're free now and you can do what you want, right?"
Molly couldn't tell what Spark was really feeling. He definitely loved her but he also had to think about
where Molly was right now and what she needed - what she needed right now was for someone to tell
her that everything was going to be okay and she needed to look at the bright side.
She nodded and held herself back from crying. She wanted to say something, anything but she just
couldn't. She turned around silently, still not saying anything. Maybe this was the best for both of them.
"Mol..."
Mol stopped but didn't turn around, afraid that Spark would see the sadness in her eyes.
"Take good care of yourself," Molly froze for a while overwhelmed by Spark's words. She nodded and
walked away. As Spark watched her leave, he finally let it all out - he couldn't hold his sadness in any
longer.
At that moment, a fancy car sped by. Both Spark and Molly ignored it, still saddened. What they also
missed was the dark glare that came from inside the car, which was sharp enough to pierce through
the car window.
When Molly finally got to the villa, she saw Brian sitting leisurely at the sofa. His long legs were crossed
and his hands were relaxed - one on the cushion and one holding a remote. She didn't expect that
Brian would be here so early. She threw a quick glance at him, changed out of her shoes, and went
straight upstairs.
"Stop,"
Molly froze.
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