I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 552 - 550: The Gate of Memory (4)

She unconsciously trod lightly as she ventured into the living room. She then snuck to the doorway of the study room, tiptoeing to peer in through the window.

There sat Kris Cooper, side-on to the window, engrossed in playing his guitar.

Amidst the music, one could faintly make out his soft singing.

"If not for the love I have for you, why would I be wide awake in the depths of the night..."

The warm glow of the sunset streamed in through the window, illuminating his white shirt, making it seem as if his entire presence emitted a faint aura...

That melody, that voice, that warm, milky-white shirt... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

A flood of images immediately filled her mind.

Candlelight flickered, illuminating a handsome profile haloed in light. Dancing reflections shimmered in his amber eyes. She reached out and plucked a fallen petal from his hair.

Slowly, he turned his face towards her...

Her temples throbbed fiercely as she realized she was recalling past events. Vera Wave clenched her fists, bit by bit.

Hang in there, Vera, you can do it!

She closed her eyes, cheering herself on inwardly and striving to control her consciousness.

Don’t break down, don’t break down...

Remember, remember, remember!

The scene continued to unfold before her. In the image, the man slowly turned his face towards her. Upon seeing her, his amber eyes crinkled at the corners, revealing a gentle smile.

His beautiful lips parted slightly, singing a sweet lyric.

"I miss you, miss... you..."

Finally, she saw his face clearly.

Yes, it was Kris Cooper.

Compared to the man he was now, the Kris Cooper in her memories seemed much younger, probably only in his early twenties.

As the song ended, he strummed the final chord, set down his guitar, stood up, and walked over to her.

"Vera, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

She smiled.

"Yes."

That was the first time he had confessed to her.

Though her head still throbbed, she was so exhilarated she almost cried out.

Inside the study room, Kris Cooper strummed the final chord and straightened up.

It was his first romance, and he had put considerable thought into his confession. He had recently watched a movie where the male lead played the guitar, which gave him the idea.

Back then, the young woman—Vera Wave—had casually remarked that if anyone ever confessed to her by serenading her with a love song, she would marry him.

Just for that one comment from her, Kris Cooper, who had never played the guitar, bought one the very next day. He hired a teacher, began practicing, and then chose this very difficult song. To master it, he practiced so hard his fingers were nearly raw.

When he was a child, other children his age were learning piano, painting, or dancing.

His mother, Bailey Hansen, had also once considered it. Wanting to cultivate her son’s artistic temperament, she hired a piano teacher to instruct him.

And him?

He would sneakily turn on the computer, put on a piano practice recording, and within an hour, beat the new stand-alone game his father, Christopher Cooper, had developed, showcasing his extraordinary talent for computers and gaming.

Although his piano teacher said his fingers were naturally suited for playing the piano, he had no interest and didn’t want to waste time on music. He had learned this particular song solely for Vera Wave; it was the only one he knew how to play.

Unfortunately, he would never have the chance to play this song for her again!

At this thought, he couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Catching a shadow on the floor out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head, puzzled.

There, outside the window, the young woman was leaning on the windowsill, hands pressed tightly to her temples. Her long eyelashes drooped over firmly closed eyes, and her small brows were knitted together, making her look like she was in extreme pain. She was even mumbling to herself.

Remember... you can do it, remember quickly...