Chapter 45 Husband Obsessed
Vincenzo sat alone in a corner, silently devouring pastries, puffing up his cheeks.
Luann and Myron exchanged a glance and walked over, sitting on either side of him.
"Old man, what's wrong? Are you still angry?"
Vincenzo rolled his eyes and ignored them.
Well, well.
They got married, and neither of them informed him!
These two are really going too far!
He had even thought of helping them get together, but who would have expected...
"Sorry, my wedding was a bit sudden, we didn't even have a ceremony, so... we didn't invite you," Luann grabbed his hand.
Vincenzo immediately turned his head, both angry and anxious.
"What do you mean?"
"Why didn't you have a wedding?"
He had seen Luann's excellence and brilliance. He had imagined that if Luann were to marry, it would be someone as outstanding as her, not a man who didn't even have a wedding!
Myron instinctively stared at Luann, waiting for her response.
Luann's index finger gently pressed against her temple, unsure of how to proceed.
"Um, to put it simply, it was a union of two families..."
"Marriage, huh?"
It seems like the only way to mention it without bringing up the issue of the forced marriage.
After all, it should be Juliet marrying Myron, not her.
Vincenzo immediately grasped the essence of the matter. "Marriage? Did your useless father arrange a marriage for you? What did your brothers say about it?"
Brothers?
Myron frowned.
Mike Weaver only has two daughters, Luann and Juliet, right?
No sons!
"Well, I have my own plans," Luann vaguely replied.
Vincenzo reached out and held her hand, asking a critical question.
"Luann, do you like the person you're going to marry?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Luann and Myron both held their breath.
Behind his mask, Myron stared at his wife intensely!
Luann felt goosebumps all over her body from his gaze, but whenever she looked at Myron, she realized his focus wasn't on her.
"Um..."
Vincenzo looked at her hesitating expression and immediately understood.
He ordered, "Vincenzo, go buy two glasses of juice!"
Myron responded with an "oh" and got up, leisurely walking towards the door.
When he reached the doorway, he deliberately paused.
He heard Luann say—
"I don't like him."
Myron froze, a sense of inexplicable disappointment and dejection spread from deep within his heart.
His fist, placed at his side, began to tighten gradually, trembling slightly.
He angrily took a step and left.
But he didn't hear what Luann said next.
"Do I?"
Vincenzo looked displeased as he asked, "Who are you asking?"
Luann let out a long sigh; answering this question was truly difficult for her.
She had just gotten out of a breakup and was thrown into a relationship with Myron.
In other words, she hadn't completely recovered from the shadow of the breakup yet...
And now she was forced into the next phase of a relationship.
"I can't say I like him, nor can I say I don't like him."
"He respects me and seems to take care of people."
"But we haven't been together for long, so I can't really figure out my feelings towards him right now."
Vincenzo nodded, indicating his understanding.
He patted her shoulder, sighing with a tinge of melancholy.
"If only I had arranged for you to meet earlier."
Maybe these two exceptional individuals could ignite a spark and develop some feelings.
Luann smiled faintly but didn't say anything.
By the time Myron returned, Vincenzo had already left.
Luann said, "The teacher had something to take care of, so he left. Thanks for going on the errand."
Without saying a word, Myron placed the juice in front of her with a gloomy expression, as if darkness was about to seep out from him.
However, behind the mask, Luann couldn't sense anything, except for the increasingly heavy low-pressure atmosphere surrounding him. To ease the awkwardness, Luann coughed lightly.
"By the way, what brand of perfume do you use?" she asked.
Myron raised an eyebrow, expressing his confusion with his eyes.
"I think... your scent seems somewhat familiar," she continued.
A faint twitch appeared at the corner of Myron's mouth. Could it be that she had noticed something when he held her just now?
"Anyway, to celebrate the perfect performance, let me treat you to a meal," Myron said coldly, “No need “cutting her off before she could even protest
"Huh? It's a way to celebrate..." Luann started, but Myron interrupted her again.
"My wife is waiting for me at home."
"Oh," Luann responded without insistence.
As Myron got up, he added another sentence.
"I love my wife very much," he stated.
Watching him leave, Luann was full of question marks in her mind.
"I mean; he can love whoever he wants. It's none of my business... I sound like I'm coveting him or something..." Luann muttered to herself, shaking her head as she headed to the changing room to take off her dress.
While taking off her heels, her mind couldn't help but recall the scene of Myron tenderly holding her on stage.
That fragrance...
"Why does it feel a bit like Myron's?" she wondered.
She had been in the Upper West Side for years with very limited contact with men, making it easy to rule out other options. However, she hadn't had many intimate interactions with Myron either, so she wasn't entirely sure.
"It can't be Myron. Although he can play the piano, his face has scars, and his voice is different."
Though the mask hid most of F's face, Luann could clearly see his smooth skin below the left side of his face. Regardless, she decided to go home and take a look first.
Just as she stepped out of the backstage area, she caught a glimpse of Myron's figure.
Before she could observe him closely, Holly rushed towards her.
"Luann! You were amazing! So beautiful!"
"Why did you take off your dress? I wanted to take more photos of you!"
"But it's fine. They will definitely be posted online."
In the distance, Myron, masked, made his way through the crowd. A hand fell on his shoulder.
"Hey, buddy, if you don't take off your mask, they'll keep crowding around you."
Myron responded coldly, "Get your dirty hands off me."
"You're so heartless. I came all the way here for you."
"Stay away from me."
"Oh~ the person playing alongside you, is she your wife?"
Myron turned his head, his gaze sharp and icy.
"Stay away from her!"
Luann watched as Myron and another man's figures gradually disappeared, then turned her gaze away.
"But, Lan, I have something to attend to. I need to go home first."
Holly appeared disappointed, "Ah? You're going home so soon? Aren't we going to have dinner?"
"Let's do it in a few days, alright?"
"Okay then, I want the most expensive one."
"No problem."
After saying that, Luann left.
But as soon as she stepped out of the music temple's door, someone pulled her aside.
"Luann, can we find a place to talk?"
