Raised From The Wild-Chapter 289: The Concert

Three days before the scheduled trip to the village, the fundraising concert was held at Lireyan Alpha University’s auditorium.

The Student Council invited guest performers from the entertainment industry. This move resulted in a very good turnout during the concert. Tickets sold like hotcakes.

Amaya purchased tickets for Marx, Dave, and Julienne. She paid for the most expensive tickets so they were seated in the front just below the stage.

Just before the concert started, a beautiful lady with red wavy hair, wearing a white mermaid gown came from backstage and approached them. Her gown glittered as the spotlight hit the crystals that adorned the skirt of her dress.

A diamond pendant, the size of a pigeon’s egg nestled between her cleavage which was accentuated by the V neckline.

"Marx, it is really you! I did not expect to see you here. Did you come to watch me play?" The woman leaned over and held Marx’s hand.

Amaya frowned. The woman was deliberately showing her exposed chest to Marx.

Before Marx or Amaya could say anything, the woman quickly landed her lips on Marx’s cheek.

Marx stiffened. He pushed her away.

The woman took two steps backward. She looked at Marx with an aggrieved expression but she recovered quickly and acted like nothing happened. She flipped her hair confidently.

"Can we talk at the backstage?" She said in a coquettish tone.

Amaya looked at her curiously. Why did her voice sound familiar?

"The concert will start in a few minutes. Don’t you need to prepare?" Marx said coldly.

"Do you know her, Marx?" Amaya ignored the woman and looked at Marx.

The woman in white finally noticed Amaya. She narrowed her big blue eyes as she scanned Amaya from head to foot.

"I am his fiancee." The woman in white said proudly.

Dave turned toward Marx with a questioning look on his face.

Julienne gasped.

Before Marx could say anything, the woman hurried to the backstage.

"Is she your fiancee?" Amaya asked Marx with clear bright eyes. She remembered the time that she called Marx and it was she who answered the phone. She chuckled when she remembered how she had mistaken her name to be ’Fiancee’ and she angered her to death.

"It was not me who arranged the engagement. Besides, I broke off the engagement with her, remember?"

Amaya grinned because Marx sounded so defensive.

"Are you angry, Marx?" She asked teasingly.

"How can I be angry with you?" Marx whispered. His voice was as gentle and warm as a spring breeze.

Soft background music started playing as a prelude to the countdown before the concert started.

Marx turned his head to his left and looked at Amaya. His ocean-blue orbs swirled with deep emotions.

Amaya was mesmerized. Marx’s deep gaze took her breath away. Her own gaze conveyed the love and adoration that she felt for him.

Suddenly, everything in the background seemed to fade. Time and space did not matter because they were in a world where there was only him and her. No words were spoken but their gazes spoke volumes.

Marx’s POV...

’I have seen who you are the moment I laid eyes on you, but you look at me like you look at your father.’

’Is that your smile? There is something in the way you look at me now. I can’t believe how much I see when you are looking back at me like that. I guess you stop seeing me as a father figure, but you finally see me as a lover.’

Amaya’s POV...

’No one ever saw me like you do. For the first time, I am looking into your eyes. For the first time, I’m seeing who you are. My heart flutters when you look at me like that. I can’t believe how much I see, with the way you are looking back at me. Now, I understand what love is ... the kind of love a woman has for a man.’

The light in the auditorium dimmed. Amaya shifted and leaned closer to Marx. She rested her head on his chest. Marx placed his hand around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

While she listened to the drumming of his heart, Marx pressed his lips on the crown of her head. His gesture was very gentle as if he was holding a priceless treasure.

Ten ...

The loud voice of the emcee announcing the start of the countdown disrupted the magical moment being shared by the two lovebirds.

Nine ...

Amaya straightened leaving Marx’s chest.

Eight ...

Marx’s brows furrowed in frustration.

Seven ...

He reached out to hold Amaya’s hand.

Six ...

Amaya tilted her head and smiled gently at him.

Five ...

Marx smiled back.

Four ...

Amaya’s smile widened.

Three ...

She leaned close to Marx and whispered. "You should smile often. You looked handsome when you do."

Two ...

Marx’s face turned beet red but Amaya did not notice because her focus shifted to the stage.

One...

The stage burst with a multitude of colors. A woman with red hair and wearing a dainty white mermaid gown descended from mid-air. She was standing on a glass platform that appeared invisible to the audience. It made an illusion that she was floating on air.

The lighting highlighted the color of her hair and created a halo around her head. She was a beauty to behold and the audience roared. Her powerful voice filled the air as she sang the famous Lireyan ballad "You Are My Song."

"She sings beautifully, Marx," Amaya commented then she sang along because she knew the lyrics.

The woman who was singing on the stage had her eyes trained on Marx but he did not pay attention at all. His eyes were focused on Amaya. He leaned closer to her so he could listen to her voice.

Fiona Chase’s grip on the microphone tightened. She almost missed a note but she was quick to recover her composure. Indeed, the training she had when she attended the reality show a few months ago paid off.

When she finished her first song, an idea popped into her head.

"Good evening, Lireyan!" she greeted the audience enthusiastically.

The crowd responded with a chant.

"Riyanah ...Riyanah...Riyanah"

Riyanah Miley was the screen name she was using.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Lireyan! For my next song, I would like to do a duet with the First Princess."