Chapter 767 The Beginning Of The New Trial (Part Four)

Not even a minute passed, his cell phone rang again. The call was from Shirley. "What's up, Aunt Shirley?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"Are you still in National Congress?" asked Shirley straightforwardly. She was strolling along in the shadow of the lines of the trees. The sunlight shone vaguely in between the leaves and scattered its light on the ground.

"Yep," Eric replied, and went to pour himself a glass of red wine. Once he was satisfied by the amount that he poured, he put the bottle down, grabbed the glass, walked to stand in front of the French window again. "Aunt Shirley, I didn't expect to get your call so late. If I am not guessing it wrong, you're calling regarding Molly's issue, are you not?" he asked, with certainty.

"I know you're aware of everything that's concerning Molly," Shirley said, a tang of irony in her voice.

Eric's eyes darkened a little. He smiled as well and replied helplessly, "I can't help it. I am a fool."

"You little fool," sighed Shirley, her face turning serious. As much as she wanted Molly to be with Brian, she did not want Eric to keep licking his old wound anymore. "Eric, I am calling you today to ask about you. Just wanted to know how you're feeling and what you're thinking about these days. You know I love you. I see you as my family, so I cannot bear to see you harmed as well," she said in a firm, steady voice.

There was a pause. Eric tipped his glass and devoured the liquid from it. As the wine slid pass his tongue and into his throat, and then down into his belly, the bitter and strong taste of it ran through his veins. His body shuddered in reaction. Just like his heart at the moment, bitter and painful as it was, he had no other way but to accept it. "Aunt Shirley, please don't worry about me. I do wish for her to be with Brian as well. They love each other, so they are destined to be together," he said, making his voice sound as causal as he could.

Although Shirley knew that he still dwelled on his feeling for Molly, at least it was a relief that he was seeing things in a positive, if not suitable way. "Glad to know this, Eric," Shirley said softly and sighed. "It is not Molly that you can't

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his face.

Looking directly at Brian, Molly continued, "Mr. Brian, can I have a few minutes to discuss with you?" she asked.

As Brian did not expect that Molly would suggest to talk to him privately, for a moment, he fell silent. His brows were knitted in contemplation of what Molly wanted to say. In the end, he turned around and walked towards his study.

As Molly followed and entered the room, she bolted the door behind and looked around. Just as she had expected, it had the same decoration and furniture as the old study in the old villa where they used to live together before.

"What do you want to say?" asked Brian coldly. Although in his heart, he was tense and uneasy because he could not figure her thoughts, he pretended to be indifferent and continued, "For the sake of Mark, I don't want to argue with you about the things that you did to me these days. But you have to bear in mind that I won't stay calm all the time. You have to consider things before you do anything stupid."

"Have I not?" replied Molly, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Brian," she began, her voice changing, "is it so funny to pretend like you don't remember everything?" Once the question left her mouth, her lips were shut tightly as if she were controlling her temper.

Completely undaunted, her eyes stared keenly into his. Finally, it seemed like she was getting the upper hand over him in the whole situation of their complicated, entangled relationship.