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The man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, tilted his head slightly at her words and looked over. “You want it now?”
“Hehe, I’ve been waiting for hours!” Charmaine grinned.
After all, Satan was notoriously stingy–even a cake counted against her. She was genuinely curious about what kind of reward he had in store for her.
Seeing the bright anticipation in her eyes, Emyr’s well–shaped lips curved slightly. “Wait a little longer. You’ll find out when we get home.”
Hearing his words, Charmaine was momentarily stunned.
Home …
There was an inexplicable warmth in that word.
She quickly shook off her sentimental thoughts and continued to wait, full of curiosity, for Emyr’s reward.
When they arrived back at Eastlake, Alfred and a group of servants were already waiting at the entrance.
The summit’s performance had been broadcast live across the internet. Charmaine’s piano solo had not only dazzled the entire venue but also received widespread praise online.
With a kind smile, Alfred opened the car door for her and gave her a thumbs–up. “Ms. Nelson, your piano performance was truly wonderful.”
Charmaine’s lips curled into a smile. “Thank you, Alfred.”
Alfred winked at her. “Mr. Emyr has arranged a special gift for you. I believe you’ll love it.”
Charmaine’s eyes lit up with surprise. “You know what it is, too? What is it?”
“Why don’t you go in and see for yourself?”
That only made her more impatient.
She turned her head and saw that Emyr had already stepped inside the villa ahead of her.
Charmaine quickly ran after him.
She finally saw the mysterious gift as she rounded the grand Roman pillar in the living room.
A crystal grand piano!
Under the dazzling glow of the luxurious chandelier, the transparent piano gleamed like an exquisite work of art!
Charmaine stood rooted to the spot, momentarily forgetting how to react.
Emyr had already taken a seat beside the piano. Dressed in an elegant white suit, he looked as if he belonged to the instrument, the scene so breathtakingly beautiful that it could be a magazine cover.
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amusement. “Not coming over?”
Faced with such an irresistible sight, Charmaine had no ability to refuse.
At some point, Alfred, Tad, and the other servants tactfully retreated, leaving only them in the vast living
room.
As if drawn by an invisible force, Charmaine approached the piano. Before she could react, Emyr wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his lap.
Her wide eyes reflected both the man and the piano before her.
Seeing her utterly mesmerized, Emyr chuckled softly. “You like it that much?”
Charmaine subconsciously swallowed, then suddenly turned her gaze toward him, her stare intense, as if she could see straight into his soul. “How did you know I would love this piano?”
Emyr met her gaze, clearly catching the flicker of emotion deep in her eyes.
His smile deepened slightly.
“Your small gestures during the performance were quite obvious.”
He spoke in a calm, measured tone. “When the platform was lowering, people with a fear of heights instinctively grabbed onto the piano from above to stabilize themselves. But you did the opposite–you supported the piano from underneath. You were worried it wasn’t secured properly.
“The piece you played was technically demanding and fast–paced, yet your playing style suggests you haven’t received formal training in advanced techniques. Instead of using grand hand movements to enhance the visual effect, you naturally transitioned from slow to fast. And at the end, when you lifted your hands from the keys, you did so lightly, as if instinctively protecting the piano.
“I wasn’t entirely certain before, but seeing your reaction now, I’m sure.”
Charmaine felt a mix of emotions.
Everyone praised her performance, saying her music was beautiful. They admired her skill but never looked beyond that.
Yet Emyr had noticed all these subtle details that revealed her true feelings about the piano.
A warmth spread through her heart, a tingling sensation like a feather brushing against her soul.
Lowering her gaze to the flawless, transparent keys, she reminisced softly, “When I was little, my neighbor’s older sister was a piano teacher. Every evening, I would hear her playing one enchanting melody after another.
“One night, Bennett and Sophie were out at a banquet and didn’t return home. I finished my chores and secretly snuck next door to watch her play.
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“She caught me listening outside and warmly invited me in. She held my hands and taught me how to play Ode to Joy. I only needed to hear it once to remember it.”
