Chapter 171
Another surge of joy swept through Emily's heart. She had known Ivan for over four years, but this was the first time he had asked her something so personal... Did it mean he was starting to take an interest in her?
She took a deep breath and said with a soft smile, "Yes, I was admitted to the Central Institute of Cuenca with the highest grades in the city..."
She and Haley had shared the top spot...
Ivan nodded calmly. "Did you ever study piano?"
"My preschool teacher noticed that I had a knack for the piano, so my parents sent me to take lessons. I've been pretty busy since college, haven't touched a piano much for a few years," Emily said nonchalantly, but her tone couldn't hide her pride. "I can't believe after four years without practice, I still managed to impress a master like Alice..."
Ivan twirled his fingers thoughtfully. "Did you ever play the piano at Central Institute?"
Emily didn't understand why he was asking, but she told him the truth, "Sometimes, when I couldn't make it to the piano center, I'd practice a bit in the school's music room, but only on rare occasions."
Ivan pursed his lips.
No wonder he never heard that stunning tune again when he visited the music room years later. It had been eight years, and he thought he'd forgotten that piano piece. But today, when Emily played it, he realized that melody had been etched into the deepest part of his soul, becoming an unforgettable memory.
He looked up and said softly, "Could you play that piece again for me?"
"Of course!"
Emily was thrilled.
Her gamble had paid off—Ivan was genuinely interested in the piano! If only she had known, she wouldn't have wasted over four years making no progress. Thank goodness for Keith and that he had given her a helping hand!
Once more, Emily sat down at the piano, her heart racing with excitement.
Perhaps it was the rush of excitement or her mind wandering off to distant places, but the second rendition of the melody was worlds apart from the first—and growing increasingly distant from the tune etched in memory.
Ivan furrowed his brows intensely.
Then, all of a sudden—
"Bang!"
The bedroom door upstairs was flung open with force.
Owen stormed out, leaning over the second-floor railing and bellowed, “Can we not?! It’s crazy loud!”
The piano stopped abruptly.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly, “How is it bothering you?”
The Winston estate was renowned for its soundproofing; piano from the first floor should never have been heard upstairs.
With tense lips, Owen shot back, “It’s just too much. I won’t let that awful woman play piano in my house!”
His eyes sparked with rage, like flames threatening to engulf Emily.
Emily's fingertips quivered.
She couldn’t fathom why Owen detested her so.
She had finally found a way into Ivan's heart, only for Owen to burst in and ruin the moment.
Standing up, her voice choked with emotion, she said, “Owen, I play piano here to spend time with you and Keith. How can you call me an awful woman and demand I leave…”
“You are the awful woman, the worst there is!” Owen blasted back, hands on hips.
He’d never been serious about his studies and had been aware of the commotion downstairs from the beginning.
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