Chapter 264: Chapter 264: A Marriage That Cannot Be Delayed
Rosalind White knew very well when she was at her most beautiful.
She slightly lowered her chin, allowing her long neck to be seen by the audience, as graceful and elegant as a swan.
She was also adept at using her advantages to her benefit.
Compared to a girl who could only play the victim, Adrian would surely appreciate a girl like her with real talent and skills, right?
Before playing, Rosalind White cast an eager glance at Adrian Law, then calmly placed her hands on the black and white keys, weaving a mesmerizing melody.
This time, Rosalind White did not pick any foreign master’s work she liked before but chose an original piece by a famous Veridian pianist, Gene Stone’s "Night’s Piano Song·Secret Love".
The melody was melodious, reminiscent of a woman’s sorrowful glance back, delicate and charming, laced with the thin resentment of a midnight dream.
Playing this piece, Rosalind White fully exerted her ability, not needing even to look at the sheet music, effortlessly letting the beautiful notes flow from her fingers.
...
Cecilia Vaughn had never played the piano, but music theory could sometimes be applied across different areas.
One couldn’t deny that Rosalind White playing under the lights was stunning, almost like a masterpiece painting.
She shed her usual sharpness, dark hair against the pure white piano, as the flowing sound unveiled a young girl’s tender, soft concerns, captivating everyone present.
When the piece ended, Cecilia Vaughn generously applauded.
Focusing on the skill rather than personal feelings, even though Rosalind White was a romantic rival, Cecilia had to admit Rosalind had superb piano skills.
Hearing claps from Adrian’s direction, Rosalind White thought he was applauding her, and turned around joyfully.
"Adrian, did I play well?..."
However, seeing Cecilia lightly clapping her delicate hands, Rosalind’s smile abruptly froze.
How could it be this vile woman clapping for her?
Adrian hadn’t looked at Rosalind once; the man stood by Cecilia’s side, his clear and cool phoenix eyes seemed glued to the girl beside him, never looking away.
This level of focus almost portrayed a sense of deep, consuming sentiment.
Why wasn’t Adrian looking at her?
It must be that vixen using some trick to bewilder Adrian!
...
Rosalind White felt resentment brewing within.
Stacy Summers, noticing Rosalind directed her first question to Adrian instead of her, the supposed "soulmate," felt awkward herself.
Stacy quickly joined Cecilia in clapping, attempting to mediate,
"Rosalind, you played wonderfully. Even though this old woman never listens to this Western classical music, only liking opera, this piece sounded truly lovely."
Fiona Vaughn, trying to please Rosalind, applauded while complimenting her.
"Yeah, Rosalind, you played excellently. Although I also learned the piano, I can’t compare to you, though I do play the violin. Maybe we can try performing a piece together sometime."
"By the way, Rosalind, what’s the name of that wonderful piano piece? I need to look it up."
"’Night’s Piano Song·Secret Love’."
When reporting the title, Rosalind persistently watched Adrian, hoping he’d spare her even a fraction of his gaze.
But he didn’t.
Even with such a strongly suggestive piece, Adrian never once glanced her way.
Rosalind’s heart felt as if doused with icy water in the dead of winter, a single moment of excruciating pain.
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Secret Love?
What kind of title was that? It nearly spelled out who was the subject of admiration!
This couldn’t go on any longer; Rosalind needed to find a husband and marry off soon.
Stacy Summers, seeing Rosalind’s pained expression, felt even sadder and gently stroked Rosalind’s hair.
"The little princess from the Law Family should never have to secret admire someone. This piece is too depressing, best not to play it again."
"Look, Adrian and Cecilia, and even Tyson and Fiona are settled in, married and established, and Rosalind, I’ll quickly find a suitable match for you too."
A suitable match?
Rosalind paused briefly, studying Adrian’s silhouette, just about to speak when Adrian suddenly took Cecilia by the arm and strode out, not even sparing a glance at her as he passed by, as if she were less than a stranger.
Watching them exit the hall, Rosalind’s eyes flickered with struggle, ultimately smiling brightly and playfully to Stacy Summers,
"Grandma, I don’t want to marry early; I want to accompany you for a lifetime, being your most thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket."
"Bless your filial piety, your sweet little mouth is like honeyed, but marriage is an important matter, it cannot be delayed..."
Rosalind reluctantly nodded in agreement, her heart left feeling empty and uncomfortable.
Her fists clenched tightly until her veins protruded.
—It’s not that she didn’t want to marry, but first, the position of Mrs. Law should be vacant, left for her!
That day will surely come!
She was Adrian’s destined person, the position of Mrs. Law was meant to be hers!
...
Cecilia couldn’t bear Rosalind’s affectionate gaze towards her husband, so she dragged Adrian to stroll through the garden.
Thinking of Rosalind’s lingering "Secret Love," a sour sensation crept up her throat.
"Adrian, with such a charming socialite who can play the piano confessing to you, don’t you feel moved at all?"
The man looked at Cecilia in surprise, his voice innocent,
"Where’s the socialite, Cecilia, are you talking about yourself?"
Cecilia was speechless looking at Adrian; could this guy not be elusive, she wasn’t a fool!
"Don’t dodge my question, didn’t Rosalind’s earlier piano display leave you impressed?"
Adrian raised his handsome brow, almost instinctively wrapping an arm around Cecilia’s shoulder.
"Cecilia, in terms of playing, though it’s not the same instrument, she’s not even one-third your match."
"..." Cecilia blushed: "You just know how to flatter me. Anyone else would think I waste my talent by not playing the piano."
Adrian was indeed speaking nonsense to flatter her; Rosalind’s piano skills were top in Veridia.
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"The truth is always held by a minority."
Adrian seriously remarked, his deep eyes carrying an alluring smile.
Cecilia, dazzled by his charm, almost suppressed her jealousy, yet it couldn’t be that easy to let him off the hook.
Just then, she looked up and saw a jujube tree laden with fruit in the Law’s garden, looking adorable.
Cecilia had a brainwave, finally thinking of a way to punish Adrian.
With hands on hips, her apricot eyes flickered over with mischief.
"Hey, Adrian, I want to eat jujubes, go pick some for me!"
The idea of making President Law climb a tree for fruits brought her no end of dark pleasure!
