Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 557 Reaching QY Island (Part Two)

"I am not sure..." she answered unhappily. "But I am his teacher. Why can't I?" she added.

"Teachers only do visits. They don't just move into their students' house." Richie's tone sounded stiff but casual. Hearing this, Shirley wasn't convinced at all.

"If that's the case, how come Antonio is living in the villa?" she asked in annoyance.

"He is there to protect our grandson," he replied, starting to get upset by her persistence. There was resignation in his tone.

Still not being able to give up her idea, Shirley asked again, "If we go there too, won't Mark be better protected?"

By this time, Richie finished correcting the last assignment. He turned to look at Shirley. In a tone of surrender, shaking his head, he said affectionately, "If you really want to go, we can go right away."

Putting her coffee mug down, Shirley retorted, "You know I am all talk."

A smile flitted across his eyes. He stood up and walked over to Shirley. "It's a fine day. How about a walk?"

Immediately, she nodded and walked out of the room with Richie, arm in arm. Shirley's thoughts went about their children as they strolled in the garden of the hotel. They had all settled down and found their loved ones. Yes, there were times when things weren't perfect, but as parents, all she and Richie wished for their kids was safety and happiness.

After a few steps, she started talking about how Mark was performing in the kindergarten. Looking at her, he was filled with contentment. They had been through so much. Now that they were together, enjoying each other's company in a happy, calm life, what else could he ask for?

*

The nights on QY Island were so beautiful and the living there seemed so comfortable. During evening, the streets were busy. Night market stalls suddenly popped out and spontaneous entertaining activities could also be seen. The beach was full of fun, especially after Grand Night Casino had opened nearby. In addition to this festive aura, an amusement park, covering an area of nearly a thousand hectares, was under construction next to the casino. This would definitely increase the happenings on the island.

During that time, the beach was crowded with frolicking people. In the moonlight, the white beach seemed to have become softer. Brian and Molly were taking a walk after dinner. She was wearing flip- flop sandals, which didn't seem to be much of a wise choice. Today, instead of wearing suits, Brian was wearing a plain T-shirt paired with casual pants. He was wearing flip-flop sandals too. But unlike Molly, walking on the beach wearing sandals didn't seem to bother him at all.

Molly watched him from behind, confused, trying to catch up with him. He turned around and said to her, "If you feel uncomfortable walking around with your sandals on, then take them off. The sand here is clean. The sun shone on it in daytime, so it will be comfortable to walk on it barefoot." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying this, Brian bent over and said, "Lift your feet."

Even more confused, Molly just stared at him. Soon, he looked up at her with furrowed brows. When their eyes met, she subconsciously lifted her feet. He then took off her sandals and picked them up. As he stood up and walked ahead with Molly, his one hand was busy holding her hand while the other one was holding her sandals. Everything seemed so normal and natural, as if they were an old couple.

Without thinking much, she followed his pace. In her mind, she was recalling memories of this place. They were vague, yet somehow clear. The very first gift Eric gave her was related to this beach. But right now, she couldn't think of anything else but the memories of Brian's enchanting figure that very evening.

The sea breeze blew at people's faces, salty and moist. Walking on the soft, white sand, Molly felt as though she was having a foot massage. It was so warm.

As she looked at the hand holding hers, she pressed her lip at such lovely sight. Then her eyes went to Brian's other hand. Hooked by his fingers, her sandals swung back and forth as they continued to stroll. This scene tugged her heartstrings and made it warm.

They continued to walk hand in hand towards the neon-lit Grand Night Casino. Neither of them spoke. The beach was deafening, but they seemed to not care.

Molly walked with her eyes lowered. She kept looking at their intertwined hands and the sandals while enjoying the beach.

But like usual, Brian's face was expressionless. It seemed to have beamed nothing but coldness. However, in the moonlight, his eyes softened a little. His hand that was busy holding Molly's hand would tighten a little every now and then, trying to feel the touch of their hands.

It was a long walk from the other end of the beach to the Grand Night Casino. But the happiness in their hearts made it feel like it ended with the blink of an eye. When they arrived at the casino, Molly's eyes hinted a sign of disappointment.

Brian bent over and placed her flip-flops down. He gestured to lift her feet up so he could put them on for her. At the beach, she had told herself that he probably wanted her to take off her sandals so that she wouldn't fall. But right now, it seemed like she was wrong. She was speechless by his actions. Proud and overbearing, that was what he was like in front of everybody. But at that instant, he bent down to take off her shoes and put them on for her in front of many people.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked after standing up, seeing her lips were trembling and eyes reddened. Molly couldn't help herself but feel emotional. She realized, not just that night, that Brian really loved her all this time.

While shaking her head, she just chewed her lip in silence. "Bri... thank you," she said with a smile, trying not to let her tears fall.

'Thank you for your concern for me, ' she thought to herself. 'Even if it seems so unreal for me, thank you for loving me, ' she continued.

Brian smiled faintly, held her hand and continued to walk towards Grand Night Casino. "There is a gambling game tonight, which should be fun," he said.

"Huh?" Molly wondered. Not knowing what he was trying to say, she was left confused.

"You will know very soon," Brian said mysteriously. Hearing this, Molly curled up her lip and didn't ask further.

After they entered the casino, they were led to the chip exchange zone by the usher. Among employees of Grand Night Casino all over the world, only the high-tier management could recognize Brian. For today, he came as an ordinary gambler and would follow all the rules. After exchanging the chips, he took Molly to the lobby and wandered about there.

The world of casinos and games wasn't something new for Molly, since she had worked for Grand Night Casino before. Later that night, she and Brian played a few hands in the lobby and won a lot of money.

"It seems like we're pretty lucky tonight," Brian said. While taking a glance at the chip board carried by the attendant behind them, he asked Molly, "Do you still abhor gambling?"

Molly smiled bitterly. "If I told you I did not, it would be a lie. But even if people lose money in gambling, they are willing to do so. It's their own choice. Nobody forced them into gambling, right?"

Brian understood her words very well. He knew casinos reminded her of her father. Then, he looked at her and bitterness filled his heart. "Mol, sometimes, things are not that simple."

Molly shrugged. "I am fine. Let bygones be bygones. I shall move on, right?" After a pause, she held Brian's hand and said, "Didn't you say there would be an interesting game? Where is it?"

Hearing her words, Brian sighed inside and said nothing. He took her hand and headed towards the roulette table which was much busier and noisier than the other tables. It was so crowded with people that even bees couldn't get through those bodies pressed against each other. Shouts of excitement and depression kept rising from there.

With an attendant's help, Brian and Molly passed through the crowd and sat at the table. At this moment, there were only two or three vacancies left. The other ten-odd seats had all been taken.

When Brian showed up and sat down, the crowd toned down at first. Then the on-lookers started whispering. Most of them sized Brian up curiously, wondering who he was. Some even told him that this table was not suitable for him to play at and that he would be better off watching.

Noticing how people looked at them, Molly started to feel uncomfortable. "Bri..." She looked at Brian, worried, although both the casino and the staff were his.

Sensing her fear, he squeezed her hand lightly and nodded at her. Somehow, she calmed down. Whenever she felt uneasy, one look, one movement, or even one cold remark from him would dispel the worries in her heart. She craved the sense of security he gave her, but at the same time, she was also afraid.

"Since there is a new player, I will announce the rules again," a thirty-odd-year-old man with a square face said, tapping the top of the table with a chip. "The payout is ten to one. The players become the banker by turns. The players can place bets on numbers. After winning five times consecutively, banker or not, the player can ask one person to play one on one with him. Of course, as to the payout and the

bet..." At this point, the square-faced man looked at Brian meaningfully. Then he continued, "It is determined by the banker. My friend, this table is serious. The bet is at least one million. So if you're here just for fun, I suggest you go to other tables." Contempt was plain in his eyes.

Expressions on the faces of the people at the table differed from one another. The man nearest to the wheel, in his twenties, didn't look at Brian from beginning to end, not even once. Hearing the squared- face man's words, he just gave an evil smile.