Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 371

The woman's slender, delicate fingers danced across the strings of the

instrument.

A beautiful melody floated through the night, gentle and lingering.

For a moment, Donna simply listened, lost in the music-until suddenly, it hit her. "Wait, is this... Grandpa's Song?"

Ms. Kensington could play this piece too!

Unable to contain her excitement, Donna pulled out her phone and began recording the scene.

Briony hadn't touched a lute in years. At first, her fingers fumbled, the notes a bit uncertain. But soon enough, she found her rhythm, her confidence returning with every chord.

The music drifted beyond the garden, drawing in members of the production crew. The director glanced at his assistant.

The assistant immediately produced a stabilizer and handed it over.

The director switched on the camera, capturing the moment with smooth, steady movements.

Ferdinand stood to the side, his own phone quietly recording.

When the final note faded, the entire group fell silent.

Then, with a rush, applause broke out.

looked up, surprised to see that-apart from Rosita, Bill, and

graceful bow, and handed it back

were incredible! Have

music teacher for me. I started when I was eight, but I didn't keep up with it after I turned

I just recorded your performance-if you don't mind, I'd love to

weighed her options for a moment, then

in.

again, her smile warm.

in the guest room, Rosita quietly

Rosita

he looked at

point pretending now. There was no way she could keep filming the

tonight by pretending to faint—but

supposed to

two nights. If

her to

no way she could

avoiding

it.

met Bill's eyes.

"Yes. I was pretending."

didn't look surprised. He just let out a heavy sigh. "Why put yourself