Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 110: Piano

Moira Young had the maid give her a tour of the castle. Actually, it can’t be said to be a castle in the traditional sense; it’s been renovated later, so it’s not that old.

What really interested her was that this was Julian Sinclair’s home where he had grown up, seemingly after his mother passed away, Julian moved here to live alone.

"How long have you been here?" Moira Young tried speaking in English; it was a bit awkward... But she had to muster up the courage to speak. The more she practiced now, the easier it would be to communicate when Teacher Townsteen arrived later.

"Can’t remember, over ten years, I guess." Surprisingly, the maid could speak Chinese.

"Please speak English with me. I want to practice my spoken English."

Immediately, the maids started conversing with Moira Young in English, although she found it a bit challenging to follow. Their English felt quite different from the listening exercises she usually heard.

But fortunately, she could understand.

After touring the entire castle, Moira Young sat on the couch in the hall waiting. The maid had already prepared various teas and snacks, just waiting for Townsteen to arrive.

After a while, Moira Young heard the sound of the car engine outside. She immediately got up from the couch and walked out.

Townsteen got out of the car and, upon seeing Moira Young, came over unreservedly to hug her and kiss her cheeks, "Oh! My beautiful girl!"

Moira Young shivered all over; she really couldn’t stand people touching her. Yet she still smiled and responded, "The teacher is quite handsome too."

"I’m old, and you’re still young." Townsteen had learned someone anonymously wanted to pay a hefty fee for him to teach a few lessons. Initially, he intended to refuse; he didn’t care for the scent of money. But upon viewing the video of Moira Young practicing piano, he suddenly changed his mind.

Not to mention talent, anyway, he quite liked this child. In all his life, he hadn’t met someone with whom he felt an immediate connection until now.

They sat in the hall for a while; she didn’t really understand Townsteen’s character at first and was quite nervous. Then, after chatting a bit, she found him very approachable. Even though Moira Young spoke English somewhat slowly, Townsteen always listened intently.

"Child, I watched the video of you practicing," Townsteen said.

"Video?" Moira Young was somewhat surprised, "I don’t have any video..."

"The gentleman or lady who invited me sent it. Was it your dad or mom?"

"Uh... maybe it’s my..." Moira Young pondered for a long time but didn’t know how to describe this relationship, really racking her brain.

"Boyfriend?" Townsteen laughed, "If it’s not your parents, then it must be your boyfriend."

Moira Young froze, her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. How did the topic inexplicably shift to this...

"Child, don’t be shy. If you like him, speak boldly. Express love with courage." Townsteen comforted, "I could hear the purity and happiness in your piano playing from the video. That gentleman must love you very much."

Moira Young didn’t know where to look, stuttering, "Teacher, it’s not like you think..."

"Haha! Let’s go, let me hear your piano performance live." Townsteen quipped.

They went to the study where there was a piano. Moira Young had glanced at it during the house tour, but now officially looked at it and suddenly thought this piano must be quite old.

Could it be... that Julian Sinclair played it when he was young?

"Oh! My goodness!" Townsteen could barely tear his eyes away from the piano.

Moira Young knew that privately, Townsteen was a collector who loved vintage items. He circled it once and marveled, "It’s a piano used by the royal family, not seen on the market."

Moira Young felt awkward, "Teacher, is such an antique piano still usable?"

Townsteen gently opened the piano cover, then blissfully ran his hands over each key, easily playing a few notes, "The inside of this piano has been almost entirely replaced, a bit of a pity..."

"But it’s indeed a fantastic piano; I love it too much." Townsteen couldn’t help but play a tune.

Moira Young stood listening, the first time hearing Townsteen live, thrilled beyond words.

After the song ended, Townsteen gestured for Moira Young to sit down, "Child, come."

Moira Young’s arms were a bit stiff, afraid to play.

"Relax, play the piece you most want to play now." Townsteen smiled, placing her hands on the piano keys, "Think of it as your personal concert."

Moira Young took a deep breath, mustered courage, and finally began to play.

Once finished, Moira Young cautiously looked at Townsteen, waiting for his critique.

Townsteen shook his head discontentedly, "You’re different from how you were in the video; before, you were purely happy, now there’s a kind of impurity, it doesn’t sound as happy."

"People can’t always be happy..." Moira Young murmured with her head down. Some experiences just become part of her life, indelible marks, permanent imprints.

Townsteen shrugged, not pursuing the topic further, instead guiding Moira Young on the issues observed in her piano playing.

Time flew by, and it was already dark.

Moira Young remembered Julian Sinclair’s words and invited Townsteen to have dinner here. He agreed without hesitation.

After dinner, Julian Sinclair’s specially arranged car to pick up Townsteen was already waiting at the door. Moira Young said goodbye to him, with tomorrow’s lesson scheduled at the same time as today.

After seeing Townsteen off, Moira Young took a deep breath, relaxing her limbs and mind that had been tense all afternoon.

So late, yet Julian Sinclair hadn’t returned.

Even though there were many people inside and out of the house, she still didn’t dare return to her room by herself, so she opted to sit in the hall reading a book.

As time ticked by, the night grew deeper, and the maids standing next to her couldn’t help but yawn, and Moira Young also caught the yawning contagion.

"Miss, won’t you go to your room to rest?" Finally, a maid took the initiative to ask.

Moira Young knew they would be very tired. Usually, no one was at this home, and they must sleep early; today, they’ve had a tough day.

"You all go ahead and sleep; I’ll wait for him."

The maids exchanged glances and replied, "Miss, at this hour, the young master likely won’t return."

Moira Young was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and she frowned, asking, "Why?"

"This is the countryside; the streetlights will be turned off late at night, so generally, no one goes out after it gets this late," explained the maid.

"But he said he’d come back..." Moira Young suddenly felt like crying; Julian Sinclair clearly said he would come back late, implying he didn’t say he wouldn’t return at all.

The maid didn’t know how to respond, so she could only comfort her differently, "Miss, you should rest; the young master might return at daybreak."

"I don’t want to."

"Bring me a blanket." Moira Young definitely couldn’t go back to her room to sleep. She felt it was terrifying not having a single familiar person in the whole house, and this place was too unfamiliar to her.

Most importantly, she believed Julian Sinclair would surely return.

The maid immediately fetched a thick blanket and wrapped it around her, then tucked a few warm items underneath it, which Moira Young felt were quite cozy.

"You all go rest." Moira Young sighed, "Go."

Only then did the maids reluctantly return to their respective rooms to sleep.