Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 216

Stella set the cup down, moved up to the piano, and carefully sat down The piano was ancient, and it paled in comparison to the high-end beautiful instruments shown outside. An off-key tone could be heard as she gently placed her fingers on the piano keys, She scrunched her eyebrows, said nothing, and began to play a simple rendition of “Ode to Joy.” It wasn’t that good because the notes were off-key. Before she could finish the whole song, Mr. Kennedy interrupted, “Weston said you learned piano before. How can you mess up such an easy song?” “I’m sorry. I haven’t really mastered the techniques.” 

“I won’t build instruments for those who can’t play them,” Mr. Kennedy scorned. “No matter how excellent the instrument is, you can’t release its full potential if you’re incompetent on it. People would laugh if they find out you played on my piano.” To him, the piano wasn’t merely a lifeless contraption, but a life that contained a soul. He would rather destroy a piano than give it to a performer who couldn’t perform well. Stella knew that he probably had a prejudice against her, so she put on a humble attitude throughout the end. 

colors. When it came to cheating, the weaker one always ended up taking the blame. She was a woman and the fairer one in the relationship. No one would care if she was forced or if she did it willingly. With her face devoid of emotion, she merely smiled and looked at Mr. Kennedy. “The piano is so off – key; I wonder if something nice can come out even if you play it, Mr. Kennedy.” Kennedy narrowed his eyes, eyeballing her from head to toe. When he first laid eyes on her, he knew she was the resolute and unyielding kind of woman. While she played the piano, he could tell that she had good basic skills,

“I don’t really want a piano anyways, since I don’t have much time to play it. I really don’t deserve one. Even for Weston’s sake, it’ll be a waste if make one for me. It’ll be better to give it

grinned and brushed his beard. He stopped Stella just as she was ready to go.” Hold on! You said Weston forced you to come here.

she said without turning her head. “You really don’t?” he asked with some apathy. “I thought about it earlier, and I was going to make a grand piano for you. It’s such a shame that you don’t want it

was as though Mr. Kennedy had transformed into a whole new person, one that had way less hostility toward her. “I don’t care about the matters between you two. I just want an