Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

Chapter 816

When she came back from the washroom, Esme was surprised to find a piano placed in the middle of the store with Conrad sitting nearby. She turned and looked at Conrad. “What are you doing here?”

Conrad glanced at her coldly before sipping a cup of tea that was served to him by the store’s staff. “I’ve heard you are quite free lately. Were you learning piano?”

Esme swallowed her saliva and scanned her surroundings with caution. Fia and Sophia were not in the vicinity. She was afraid that her secret would be uncovered if there was no mole on her bottom. So she asked Peter to manually plant one for her this morning.

Sophia probably saw the mole when she pulled her pants down earlier. So her secret was still safe.

Still, she did not understand why Conrad brought the piano over.

“I had a friend who loves playing the piano. So I knew one thing or two about the piano… and I don’t want to do research anymore after coming back to Fortuna. So I tried learning to play instruments on my own.”

“I see.” Conrad crossed his legs and said coldly, putting the tea cup onto the table. He raised his head and gazed at her with a nonchalant attitude.

to race as she saw this. Conrad would always gaze at her like this a long time ago. She stepped forward and asked, “You like the piano too? What song do

a saddened

believe you know about

was her first piano, the one that had always been placed in her bedroom at home. So… Conrad brought this piano out of her sealed home, after the Mannings had filed for

looks like an old piano but it does look pricey.”

a few minutes, Conrad said coldly, “It’s Esme’s piano.”

trying her darndest to stay calm. “Why have

learning to play piano lately. So I thought this would be a good gift for you,” Conrad said. His tone was flat and cold but to Esme it had a whole different

listen to? I can try playing it for you even though I might not be as good as Esme.

not for his boss saying that he wanted to play

a few moments and realized

that much. And he could not remember what song Esme liked. Every time Esme played a song for him,

gentle tone, “What song would you like to

to you,” Conrad said.