Love Crisis

Patience is not simply the ability to wait - it's how we behave while we're waiting.

Eventually, we learn that life is about learning to dance in the rain. We learn to wait for rescue and await fulfillment, and sometimes we just find ourselves sitting down, waiting for the storm to pass. The bittersweet fragrance of roasting coffee beans wafted forth from the counter, adding to the peaceful ambiance of the elegant but quaint café. Two figures sat on the soft reading chairs by the window, deep in discussion. The serious vibe from the two was a strange juxtaposition against the otherwise serene surroundings. The elegantly dressed man who sat on the plush reading chairs steepled his fingers under his chin, a malicious grin on his face. "This has finally come to an end. I have exhausted all my efforts to point all the evidences against you, and in the end I was right!" he exclaimed, and smirked in evil triumph. Across the table, Becky sat deep in thought. Her brows knitted in worry as she came to a terrible realization. "If Eric and Brian have known what our master has done, considering our loss at the Parliament - the Yan family will certainly face something worse than death..." the man added.

Becky internally fumed at his words. She scowled at the man, refusing to believe what she just heard. The situation was getting worse by the minute and at any rate, the deep creases on her forehead caused by stress would just crinkle further. "Why did you frame me?" she said in an icy tone.

After a small pause, the man's satisfied voice cut into the silence between them. "Because..." in a sickeningly slow voice and an eerie smile formed on the man's lips, he calmly said, "you haven't given up Brian, and the Yan Family refuses to be manipulated by the Long Family any longer." His polished dress shoes made a light tip-tap sound on the floor, seemingly sharing the joy of their owner at the current situation. He spoke again, "Becky, Dragon Islan

“Let's go and register our marriage on your birthday!”

Marrying Daniel should have been her best birthday gift, but everything was ruined the moment when she caught him sleeping with another woman on the day before her birthday.

“He’s going to marry that woman! She... was my best friend!"

The white sheets rumpled as she adjusted her legs slightly. She just looked at Brian, but when he looked at her she turned her head to the side, a sneer evident on her face.

Brian's brows furrowed even more. Beside him, Tony slightly scowled to himself. He could already sense the heat and anger emanating from Brian's body, and things weren't looking too good.

"Mol..." Brian's voice broke the silence, his tone soft when he saw that Molly wanted to get up.

Molly gripped the edges of the mattress and quietly got up from the sickbed. She swung her legs over the sides of the bed and wobbly stood up. She put on the complimentary soft cotton slippers and said plainly, "I want to see Mark." Then she trudged out of the hospital suite, wincing a little bit in pain. She felt Brian's intense gaze at her as she neared the door. Her feet felt a little weak, but with gritted teeth she struggled to walk. She didn't want to show her weakness in front of Brian, especially now.

Brian strove to maintain his composure and control over the situation. His calm exterior faded and his handsome face was dark with anger.

Tony's voice cut Brian off his reverie. "Mr. Brian Long, how about I make sure if the information I got was correct?" Tony asked curiously, breaking Brian from his train of thought.