Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 542

With that, they entered the phase of free-form discussions. Many teachers rose from their seats and split off into groups of three to five. Several teachers went straight for Sylvia. 

Needless to say, Thomas remained the most popular one by a wide margin. Many young female teachers gathered around him immediately after the host laid out the itinerary. One of the teachers asked him inquisitively, “Mr. Carter, I heard that you teach piano. What do you usually teach?” 

Thomas answered blankly, “Piano.” 

There was an awkward silence. Sylvia was sitting close by and heard Thomas’s curt answer, so she glanced over. 

The surrounding teachers seemed rather at a loss for words, but they refused to give up and asked him again, “Do you only teach them piano in class? Are there any other things you teach them?” 

To this, Thomas grunted an odd response, “Hm.” The teachers were completely speechless. 

both on his expression and in his eyes. Chances were that he was not interested in talking to them. Nevertheless, the surrounding teachers refused to leave. One of them suddenly suggested, “Mr. Carter, you must be very good at playing the piano. There’s a piano right over there. Would you mind playing a piece for us?” “Yeah, Mr. Carter, we’d love to see you play something for us.” In time, all the seminar attendees were drawn toward the mysterious piano teacher, perhaps because his crew

with anticipation, eager to see Thomas

he wore a frown and still did not utter a

venue was suddenly filled with

she smiled at him. He suddenly asked her, “Do you want to hear me play too?” Sylvia did not understand why he had to specifically ask her, but she answered

he sat in front of the piano and rested his slender, delicate fingers on top of the

breaths and

a fixed look too. The first note rang across the air. The melody was smooth and enticing, immediately drawing in the collective attention of everyone present and fully immersing them in the music. His fingers danced effortlessly along the keys like water flowing down a creek. The music

the music. It

the piece, everyone was still intoxicated

“Mr. Carter,