Chapter 217
"Angela, don't you like Barbies either?" Owen's brows furrowed in frustration, his cherubic face a picture of vexation.
Trying to guess Angela's thoughts was proving tougher than any math problem.
He sighed, "How about we sneak out and play? But Dad must not find out..."
Angela followed him downstairs.
Owen took her hand and they stealthily skirted around the base of the staircase...
But after just a few steps, Angela stopped in her tracks.
She preferred the piano to the playground slide.
She hadn't practiced the new homework her teacher gave her even once.
So, the little girl let go of Owen's hand and sat in front of the piano.
A melody began to flow beautifully from her fingers.
Owen's eyes lit up, "Wow, Angela, you can play the piano? It sounds amazing, I've never heard music so enchanting..."
The piano piece finally broke the awkward silence in the living room.
Ivan turned his head, tracing the music.
Beside the staircase, a young girl in a pink dress was seated at the piano.
With her spine straight, her fair, slender fingers danced over the keys, releasing a cheerful nursery tune, a delight to the senses.
Ivan was mildly surprised.
She was just four years old, and she could play at this level.
Angela must be musically gifted...
Just as he was going to say something to Haley, the woman seated across from him got up and went over to the piano.
"Angela, you played a wrong note just now."
Haley stood next to the piano, offering patient instruction.
The little girl tilted her head, listening intently to the advice, then played again.
"That's strange..." Haley furrowed her brows, "The pitch is correct, but it feels off. Angela, let's go through it together..."
She sat down at the other end of the piano bench.
The mother and daughter began to play a four-handed piece, lost in their own musical world...
Owen wasn't keen on music; Emily's playing always seemed like a cacophony to him.
But at this moment, he felt as if the tune possessed a magical quality, enchanting him and filling him with serene contentment.
Ivan's gaze fell upon Haley's silhouette.
The way she played the piano, it felt eerily familiar.
His memory was pulled back to an encounter years ago at Cuenca High School.
Why did Haley remind him of that girl he met back then?
Perhaps, Ivan’s stare on her was too intense so Haley felt it like a thorn in her side.
She abruptly stopped playing, cutting off the music.
Angela turned her head, her puppy eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Let’s ask your teacher about this when you get home tonight, honey. I'm not quite sure where the problem is..."
Haley stood up and turned around, feigning indifference.
She locked eyes with Ivan's deep gaze that carried a hint of probing scrutiny.
Why was he looking at her like that...?
Haley's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
She pursed her lips and said with an unfazed expression, "It's getting late. I should go prepare some noodles for Owen."
Then she turned and walked into the kitchen.
Ivan's brows furrowed slightly.
For some reason, it was clear that this woman was avoiding him.
He moistened his lips and stood, heading upstairs to his study.
He did have a few questions to ask her about the A-F project...
In the living room, only Owen and Angela remained.
Willing to grasp what she was missing, Angela was tenacious, playing the same section repeatedly.
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