Bring Your A Game, Mr

Despite the circumstances, Elise only smiled back at Jamie. After all, if it weren’t for the presence of other people, she might have used this opportunity to tell Alexander the truth. However, it wasn’t the best time to speak up given the number of people present. And so, she decided to take it step by step.

As a discerning man, Rudolph took notice of Alexander’s seeming interest in Elise and tried his best to bring the topic around to both of them. Meanwhile, Jamie, who was seated nearby, was quick-witted enough to resolve the awkward atmosphere.

However, Rudolph seemed not to cotton onto Jamie’s meaning and only occupied himself with debating whether to arrange for H and Alexander to have some time alone after the dinner.

Most were aware of the unspoken rules that guided this industry, and Jamie knew that H’s reputation would not suffer for her being alone with Alexander. Hence, he offered, “Want a smoke, Rudolph? Let’s step outside for a smoke.”

Though somewhat reluctant to leave, Rudolph agreed to Jamie’s proposal with a smile. “Sure. We’ll be back soon, Young Master Alex.”

With that, they walked out of the room one after the other. Without Rudolph there to get in the way, the atmosphere between Elise and Alexander began to change subtly.

For a long moment, the room was silent. After a while, Alexander slowly spoke. “You have a beautiful voice, Miss H, and you've been doing very well in the industry. Why did you retire?”

She lifted her eyes and stared at him. As their eyes met, the both of them jolted like they had been shocked and Elise was the first to look away.

It feels too familiar, Alexander thought to himself with a frown. It feels just like when Elise and I look at each other. Why do I keep seeing Elise in her? Are they related in some way?

Now that he actually thought about it, they both had the same last name. Does that mean the both of them are biologically related?

Before Alexander could pursue that line of thought, Elise murmured, “I retired previously due to a vocal cord injury. Since I thought I could never sing again, I chose an appropriate time to leave the scene. After treatment, however, my vocal cords healed. I didn’t want to return—you could say I never thought about it—but in the end, I came back for a friend. She lost her memory, but she was always a fan of my music before that. What I’m hoping for is to bring back her lost memories using my music.”

“I see. You must prize your relationships very much. It must be a blessed thing to be your friend.”

Though his tone of voice was sincere, she simply commented, “Thank you, but I’m only doing what I can. I’ll leave the rest up to fate.”

By now, Alexander was feeling not only did Joy remind him strongly of Elise, but they spoke very similarly as well. How could there be two people in this world who looked so different and yet seemed so alike?

“May I take the liberty of asking you a question, Miss Sinclair?”

“Yes?”

a twin or a

Elise felt her heart skip a beat. At first, she thought Alexander had discovered something but since he was only staring at her in confusion, she could only tell him, “I’m an only child. There are no other children

he had jumped to conclusions, Alexander was quick to apologize. “I’m sorry. I only asked because I thought you were

about? Is it the woman you love? I heard you have a fiancée… I wonder what she’s

to bite off

able to hear what Alexander thought of her through someone

if you can read minds, Miss Sinclair, because the woman that I said was similar to

Elise opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the room door flying open as Jamie

Alex! What are you both

were

that, Rudolph dropped

dared not force Elise and Alexander together again after Jamie’s skillful manipulation of the scenario. Thus, the dinner came to a perfect

as Jamie drove and couldn’t resist asking, “Do you think Alexander could have found

say that, Boss?” Jamie

that careful recollection of their conversation made

planning to tell him the truth, anyway, so even if he

anything wrong—you were only keeping your identity hidden. He shouldn’t blame

her lips, Elise muttered, “Let’s drop the topic. I don’t want to think about it anymore. The fan

that, Jamie speedily ferried her back to the Griffith Residence before driving

figure on the balcony of the top floor, watching as Jamie disappeared into the night. At

got home. When he found out you weren’t home, he was worried sick. You’d better go

man in question once she turned a

in favor of

had no choice but to say, “I wanted to relax after my