Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 341

With that thought, Wendy made all the preparations that very day, planning to secretly follow him the next night.

That evening, just as Zach arrived at the hotel entrance, he spotted Kade standing in the lobby.

She wore a black hat with a sheer veil that partly obscured her eyes. A dark green coat wrapped around a custom-fitted bodycon dress, with pearl earrings and a vintage clutch completing the look. She looked every bit like a socialite from the last century.

"I've been waiting for you," she said with a suggestive tone.

Zach felt a sudden wave of discomfort.

The violinist from that night's performance had carried herself with elegance. This woman before him didn't match that impression at all. But then again, a musician's skill and personality were often two separate things.

He was only here for the music.

They went upstairs side by side. Behind them, a dark figure followed silently.

Kade had booked a suite. The moment they stepped inside, she made an excuse about feeling warm and began taking off the dark green coat. It revealed a flimsy, tight-fitting dress that clung to her curves.

Her long legs carried her toward the raised platform. She reached for her violin, her gaze brimming with unspoken allure.

Foster, would you like to hear

lazily

curves beneath that dress. He simply shut his eyes, one hand gesturing lightly.

his eyes closed, images

windows. Serena stood in the soft purple dusk, letting the notes from her fingertips

burst into full bloom when they connected the

in the glass hallway, surrounded by flowers like she was in the middle

all the scattered memories over the years, the

Kade's music began and interrupted

opened his eyes and frowned deeply. How could

to play several pieces in a row

a card onto the table and turned to

had been anticipating. There was no need to stay any

herself against his back, pressing herself tightly to

and saw her black dress now draped over the violin, leaving only pale skin

eyes as she wrapped her arms around

Foster, were you really only here for the music? My hands don't just play the violin. If you let me, they can

sound of a belt being undone

ready to push