My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 243

“Then play for me.” Ashlyn lifted her chin slightly. “If you can’t even play in front of me, how are you going to perform in front of the audiences on Gala Night itself? With all those formless and faceless people staring at you?”

Charlotte bit her lip. “I...”

It took all of her resolve to place her bow on the strings. Then, she started to play.

Perhaps she was too nervous, she played a few notes wrong.

Ashlyn stopped her and focused her gaze on Charlotte. “Don’t be so tense. You need to relax your fingers a little so you can play the vibrato properly. Here, let me show you.”

With that, Ashlyn took the bow and cello over and began to play, explaining as she went. “Be mindful of the upbows, downbows and how many notes you string together in one stroke. For the vibrato, the slower you move your fingers, the more drawn-out and mournful the sound would be.”

The low humming of the cello rang out again, the melodious tune caught everyone’s attention. Even the dancers had turned their heads to look.

Ashlyn was completely unaware of everybody else’s reactions as she instructed Charlotte, “See? If you move your fingers faster, the vibrato sounds a little more urgent and excited.”

Finished playing the song, she handed the instrument back to the younger woman. “Now, you try.”

“You... You play better than my uncle!” Charlotte’s eyes were shining with admiration and awe as she stared at Ashlyn. She loved the cello and had been learning from her Uncle Lochlan since she was a young girl.

with a grin. She was not the slightest bit curious about this

out

had been lost in the divine music emanating from the

time Ashlyn emerged from the

various performers, taking in how they drooped like wilted

Pierre, she did not say anything more as she climbed into her Land Rover and prepared

black Bentley came to a stop before

It was Lucas.

wondering what to

of Lucas came through the phone, “Get

drove my own car here; why would I need you to bring me

reply before she hung up. Starting up the engine, she headed for the Imperial

the entrance of the hotel and Pierre did

at him and said, “C’mon, Pierre. Dinner’s on

sure you don’t want to join the dancers? You have great talent!” Beside her, Pierre’s voice carried a regretful tone as

“Not interested.”

them entered

his car, Lucas was enraged when he saw how