Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 410 A Moment of Tenderness

And just like Tessa expected–Landon showed up not long after.

As he crossed paths with Avery, the other man gave a quiet nod and said, “Take good care of her.

Then he walked away–calm, unburdened.

Landon didn’t need to hear a word of what they’d said. He already knew.

He didn’t flinch as he passed Avery. No glares. No growls. Just stone silence as he made his way over to Tessa and sat beside her.

She hit the last note and turned toward him.

“You found me. What happened to Ysabel and the others?”

“They’re at the club–dancing, drinking, doing their thing. You don’t need to worry about them.”

Silvermoon Estate had its own built–in club, full of food, music, and high–end distractions. A favorite for nobles with too much time and money.

Landon took her hand in his. His touch was firm and familiar.

“You never stop surprising me, Tessie. Piano? Really? You’ve got layers.”

“Want me to play something for you?” she asked, smiling.

“Yeah. Play ‘Marry Me‘ for me,” he said.

Right now, that’s all he wanted to hear.

Tessa didn’t hesitate. She pulled out her phone, quickly searched for the Marry Me sheet music, and propped it up on the stand.

she warned with a teasing smile. “If I mess it up, you’re not allowed

the piano–but it wasn’t her focus. And this piece, while

shook

You’re

song sounded, if it came from her, he’d listen

fingers began to glide over the

A wedding

didn’t say a word. He sat right beside her, eyes locked

protect something like

Landon reached out and rested his

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her. Four

Tessa turned in surprise.

a kid. But with the Obsidian Crystal Wolf blood in him, he didn’t forget things as other people

piece? Wasn’t all that

they played. No words. No hesitation. Just fingers

the last note drifted into

prep. But somehow, they moved like they’d done this a hundred times

to play piano?” she asked, raising a

never would’ve guessed–he didn’t seem like the type to waste time on something

“Two years of lessons.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Mr. Thorne-

in, voice smooth as silk. “We’re past that, aren’t we? ‘Mr. Thorne‘ sounds way too

flustered. Her cheeks

you’re really gifted. If you’d stuck with it, you could’ve been a

cared about being a pianist,” he