The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 192

As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Keen, hoping to pass the buck onto him.

"Keen, the reason we lost this competition is mostly because you were off your game. Look at Marvin, he played brilliantly! Rachel's 0.1-point deduction? That's on you."

Keen's mind was still replaying the scene of Stella standing on the stage, a vision he'd never seen before. Was that really his mom? She seemed a world apart— dazzling, almost magical, and yet impossible to look away from.

When did his mom become so amazing? Even more impressive than Rachel, it seemed.

Although he was young and didn't understand music deeply, his instincts told him his mom's violin performance was more captivating than Rachel's.

And then there was Marvin...

He hated to admit it, but Marvin's violin playing was better than his. The performance he just witnessed, the harmony between Marvin and his mom, was nearly flawless.

own performance... well, it definitely wasn't as

he lowered his head and

without you, Rachel would have been perfect. So technically, Rachel didn't

bull! You can feed that story to a five-year-old like Keen, but don't think we're all

it down a bit. He cleared his throat and addressed her, "Mrs. O'Brien, I didn't mean it like that. I

retorted coldly, "Rachel losing a bet

it, and she might be gloating. Admitting Rachel lost is like saying Keen lost too. Do you want Stella to come over and flaunt her victory? Besides, Keen is her own son. Is a mother beating her son really something

dare brag about beating

slightly at this. She couldn't stand the thought of someone

then, a gentle knock came at the door of the

Stella entered the room, a hush fell over the

of expressions, as if she had walked into

a weaker resolve, such an unwelcoming gaze could