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.

Molly frowned, wondering why Brian had given her a new 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 she had fair skin and was delicate looking. In the lake blue dress,
her skin looked even fairer, and her clear eyes were brighter than ever.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was quite satisfied. With an expression of joy in her eyes, she
smiled slightly. Then she quickly went downstairs and said to Tony, "I'm ready. Let's go."

"Yes," Tony answered in a low voice, which sounded apathetic but not aloof.



Along the way, there was complete silence in the 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 into the horizon, the city lights enveloped them and the car stopped
slowly at the gate of a hotel.

Molly followed Tony to the entrance hall. It was so resplendent and magnificent that Molly could not
even keep her eyes open. Slightly frowning, she squinted and entered the elevator with Tony.

They arrived at the western style restaurant on the top floor. The floor was covered by a red carpet
from the door, all the way to 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 reflected on the glass floor in the center, so
as to create a mysterious and elegant atmosphere in the restaurant.

To Molly's surprise, 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 eyes closed. They were playing
a fancy melody.

Molly paused for a second, and looked at the man who was playing the violin. Spark's image came to
her mind all of a sudden. He had always been intoxicated with music like this one, and he had played
touching melodies for her.

Grief flashed across her eyes. Lips tightened into a straight line, she thought, 'Spark, how are you
now?'

Under the exotic spell of the piano and the violin, Molly was deluded, wondering if she was intoxicated
with the present or stuck in the past. She was in a trance till Tony came behind her and coughed slowly,
indicating his presence, "Ahem?"



When Molly came around, Tony guided her to a table by the window with a spectacular view. Then he
said, "Young madam, Mr. Brian Long will be here soon." He quickly retreated to the corner, as if he
wanted to be invisible for the rest of the evening.

Molly looked out the window. The scene of feasting and revelry on one side of the road, the roaring
waves on the other side and the enchanting starry sky came together to create a small wonder before
her eyes, it was too dazzling to be real.

Molly tried hard to recall the last time she had eaten at a restaurant with Brian. As far as she could
remember, in the few times they had dined together, they had either sneered at each other or looked at
each other coldly. So, she could not remember them having any happy moments. Even now, she did
not know if they would get along today, but she was expecting to take away some happy memories
from tonight.

As she sat thinking about him, the air around her seemed to change. Maybe it was her imagination, but
Molly looked to the direction guided by her subconscious, and saw Brian walking towards her in a
tailored black suit and a white shirt. His steps were steady and arrogant, and had one of his hands in
his trouser pocket.

This man had an aura and attractiveness of a god. She could not help but follow his footsteps with her
eyes. She did not come to herself until Brian sat down opposite her. She mumbled, "Bri..."

"Sorry that I couldn't pick you up myself," Brian said in a deep and elegant voice, like the sound of a
violoncello. With the sound of the piano and the violin in the background, his voice held a special
charm.

She shook her head, and said, "You're busy with business."



At that moment, a waiter came to them and asked respectfully, "Mr. Brian Long, may I serve the dishes
now?"


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