Chapter 774
Chapter 774
Chapter 774 The Piano Teacher
Professor Ward sighed. ‘There’s a little… complication with her hand. It’s largely healed, but she still can’t pick up a brush anymore. So, she turned to learning the piano instead.”
Brendan was as unperturbed as ever. “I see.”
Inside, Julia was taken aback by the abrupt mismatched melody. “What the heck?”
“It’s nothing,” replied Deirdre, laughing dryly as she tried her best to calm herself down.
“It was an accident.”
“It was pretty chaotic!” She rose.
“We’ll resume our lesson later. I should go outside and greet Brendan. Will be back in a jiffy!”
Julia went outside, and Deirdre clenched her hands into fists. She still could not stop herself from trembling. What if Brendan suddenly opened the door and came in?
She pressed her ear at the door and listened. She could hear him complimenting Julia rather decorously, “You’re all grown up now, aren’t you? And all glowed up, too.”
Brendan never liked saying these things, so the fact that he even did showed how much he respected Professor Ward.
Julia was happy to hear such tall praises from a sterling young man like himself. “I can say the same for you, Brendan! You just keep getting hotter!” “Would you listen to that? Where’s that annoying defiance you’ve always got in abundance, huh?”
Professor Ward joked.
“Excuse you, gramps!”
Brendan smiled politely and sipped on his tea. “If I recall correctly, you were quite the painting genius. Even your teachers had nothing but praises for you. What happened? Why the change to piano?”
Julia stiffened for a moment and feigned nonchalance. “Painting is way more tiring than it looks, Brendan. But piano? Now that’s way more fun. Besides, it transforms people. My friend always said that pianists are gentle and patient and don’t get mad easily and all that good stuff, so I want to be someone like that!” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
“Gentle, patient, and doesn’t get mad easily, huh?”
Brendan’s smile remained, but his thoughts began to cloud. He could not stop himself from thinking about a certain someone.
And the familiar pang stabbed him in his chest like a thorn. He could not remove it on his own. It hurt so much, and yet in its cruel mercy, it refused to kill him. Thus, Brendan could only let it stay lodged in his heart, his mind colonized by the ever expanding, ever-growing pain.
“I happen to agree with your friend,” Professor Ward said, grinning. “Your teacher is the proof! She’s gentle, kind, and has the patience of a saint. She manages to endure my bratty granddaughter’s prickly attitude! And now, Julia’s much kinder and more sociable thanks to her influence.” “Oh my God, can you at least admit that some of it is my own doing?” Julia protested.
“I matured too, you know! I’m not as grouchy as I used to be!”
“You’re telling me you’ve matured within a week? Bah. It’s the teacher who helped. She’s just that kind.”
Brendan’s hand stopped knocking at the couch. He paused for a moment and asked,
“Is she new?” “Quite so! We’ve only hired her for a week by this point. She didn’t seem to come from a well-off family, from the looks of it. She was looking for a job, and the job manager introduced her to US. I guess it’s fate/ She ended up being quite a good pair with my Julia.”
“Really?” Brendan drawled pensively, though his eyes remained as unperturbed as ever. He cast an aside glance before asking, “How old is she?”
Deirdre felt her heart skid.
“I don’t really know, but maybe in her… ? You know, the time to be a successful career woman or start a family. She has a very handsome boyfriend too.”
“In her ?” Brendan’s eyes widened sharply. He dug his nails into the couch, though he betrayed no emotion on his face. ‘That’s very young for a music teacher.”