Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2379: Chapter 2379: Holding Hands with the One I Love

"Hmm, that’s for the best." Sylvan Cheney’s voice didn’t carry much emotion.

Jasmine Yale chose not to continue discussing this topic with him; she sensed that Sylvan Cheney didn’t really want her to venture into this area.

"If you have any other interests, I can arrange for you to learn something new, like painting or singing." free𝑤ebnovel.com

Jasmine Yale looked at him, "I want to play the piano. How about you teach me now?"

In the private room, there was a piano, its lacquered surface shimmering under the crystal lamp, like a noble Little Princess.

"I can teach you to play something simple." Sylvan Cheney wrapped an arm around her waist, "Sit down."

Jasmine Yale obediently sat in front of the piano.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had touched a piano; it seemed like ages ago, back when she was a child.

She had just arrived at Cheney Residence, and her first impression upon seeing the piano was "Wow, so beautiful, I love it, I want to learn." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Later, Sylvan Cheney had found a piano teacher for her, but unfortunately, she was someone who easily lost interest; whatever she learned, she never mastered, and the piano was no exception.

After only a few days, her fingers began to hurt, and she refused to continue learning, even crying to Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney, having no other choice, never brought the piano teacher back.

From then on, she enjoyed not having to learn the piano; at first, she was especially happy.

At this moment, she sat on the bench, while Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, bending over.

His warm, dry hands covered hers, almost enveloping her small hands in his palms.

Jasmine Yale felt a surge of electricity through her heart; whenever he held her hands, she always experienced a special kind of thrill, akin to the feeling of holding hands with one’s crush for the first time.

Years later, this feeling remained.

Moreover, it was as beautiful as ever.

"Don’t be distracted," Sylvan Cheney gently reminded her near her ear.

Jasmine Yale’s cheeks flushed; she collected her thoughts and nodded.

Sylvan Cheney taught her a few keys and some basic notes.

He held her hands as they played, performing a very simple, short piano piece with no technical skill involved.

For him, it was extremely easy, offering no sense of accomplishment.

But Jasmine Yale felt differently; she was particularly excited, "I couldn’t quite see, could you go a bit slower and teach me a couple more times? I’m pretty slow, you know."

"Hmm, be more focused this time."

Sylvan Cheney meticulously taught her two more times; initially, he held her hands as they played, gradually releasing them.

Jasmine Yale tried several times and was able to play it.

Sylvan Cheney knew Jasmine Yale wasn’t slow; she simply lacked patience.

In some areas, her patience was quite limited.

The piano echoed, and the empty private room gradually became filled with music.

"Alright, let’s get something to eat." Sylvan Cheney embraced her from behind, "Up, hmm?"

Jasmine Yale was in high spirits; she playfully pouted, "Can I play a little longer?"

Sylvan Cheney felt powerless against her, "Alright, I’ll give you ten more minutes."

"Great!" Jasmine Yale was very excited; she had never been this excited while learning piano before.

As she played the piano, he sat at the table and ordered a few dishes, his eyes reflecting a deep, mysterious glow, much like a deep, hidden well.

The lighting shone on Sylvan Cheney, and due to its angle, a shallow shadow formed on one side of his face, enveloping his side in cold austerity, dignified and aloof.

After closing the menu, Jasmine Yale continued to enthusiastically play the piano, while Sylvan Cheney felt a growing desire to smoke.