Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 565 Happy Birthday, Molly (Part One)

Don't you know that you will be alone all your life if you keep pushing others away? Why not give yourself a chance? That way, even if you do lose in the end, you will lose without any regrets.

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Molly looked at Tony, who was standing in front of the door with a square box in his hands. Her eyes subconsciously searched behind him, but she didn't see the person she was expecting.

"Young madam, Mr. Brian Long hasn't finished his work yet. He has asked me to drive you to the restaurant," Tony stated in an indifferent tone, then he handed the box to Molly and said, "Mr. Brian Long ordered me to hand this to you."

Molly received the box from him, her lips in a tight line. She nodded to conceal the feeling of loss rolling in her heart. She put on a fake smile and said, "Okay. Please give me a few minutes to get ready."

"Sure," Tony answered. Then he waited downstairs.

Molly went upstairs, walked into the room and opened the square box. Inside the box was a bohemian style lake-blue chiffon dress and a pair of seven-inch white sandals.

dress and sandals. But she got changed into them anyway. It was undeniable that Brian had good taste. Molly was not the kind of woman who looked stunning at first glance, but

mirror, she was quite satisfied. With an expression of joy in her eyes, she smiled slightly.

voice, which sounded apathetic but

car. Though Tony was a cool man, he didn't talk because of his inferior position. Molly did not have anything to say either; she was embarrassed by her new status. She just let Tony drive her along the road which was covered by tropical beauty on either side. As the sun disappeared

so resplendent and magnificent that Molly could not even keep her eyes

the wall. Many of the paintings on the wall were masterpieces from the last century. The ceiling lamps gave out a blue light, which was

it was very quiet inside and there were no other customers. There was a woman in a red dress, whose hair was tied in a loose bun, playing a grand black piano skillfully and gracefully, while a man in a white suit stood by her side, playing the violin with his

man who was playing the violin. Spark's image came to her mind all of a sudden. He had always been

her eyes. Lips tightened into a straight line, she thought, 'Spark, how

was deluded, wondering if she was intoxicated with the present or stuck

with a spectacular view. Then he said, "Young madam, Mr. Brian Long will be here soon." He quickly retreated to the corner, as

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