Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144: Utterly Meaningless
"Of course, I know that," she said. "What I mean is, I want to chat with Hannah. If only I could have another goddaughter, that would be so wonderful."
Grace clasped her hands together in a praying gesture, her eyes filled with the delightful fantasy of having gained an obedient daughter.
Roy exhaled in relief, muttering, "I thought..."
"Roy, what are you daydreaming about?"
Several classmates, noticing Roy had been silent, wondered if he was feeling unwell.
Roy came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, I was just thinking about something."
The classmate sighed in relief and patted his shoulder, then whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, Roy, where’s your brother? Why isn’t he around?"
At the mention of his brother, everyone’s faces showed curiosity.
Among them, William Taylor was the most gossip-hungry.
William had the closest relationship with Roy; they had been classmates since high school and had later applied to the music academy together.
However, they majored in different subjects.
Roy studied violin, while William focused on the spike fiddle.
Different from Roy’s gentle and delicate looks, William came off as rougher. He had kept the buzz cut he got in high school up to now and frequented the gym, resulting in a well-muscled physique.
Sometimes, when on the road for performances, if he wasn’t holding his instrument, passersby would hesitate to approach him, mistaking him for a debt collector.
But he had one good point—at least in their major, he played the spike fiddle piece "Horse Racing" with the most feeling.
With this gossip coming up, William eagerly moved closer to Roy, draping an arm over his shoulder, "Yeah, Roy, why isn’t your brother coming down to greet the guests?"
"It’s to see guests," another classmate corrected him.
William waved his hand dismissively, "Greeting, seeing, it’s all the same."
The classmate fell silent.
Roy pressed his lips together and glanced towards the second floor unconsciously, "He’s still upstairs."
Someone else joined the conversation, "Is he shy? Has he never seen this many people before, or is it his first time attending a party?"
Roy shook his head but offered no explanation.
Indeed, many were curious why a perfectly good birthday party had been turned into an ordinary one.
Although Louis’ excuse to Grace was that he did not want to draw too much attention, Roy knew very well that there was only one reason for Louis’ decision.
He wanted to meet Hannah.
Louis clearly understood that if this party had been hosted solely for him, Hannah would not have come.
But even if he did see her, what then?
Hannah wouldn’t like him anyway.
Thinking this, Roy suddenly felt his mood lift considerably.
Perhaps this is what they call ’every Jack has his Jill.’
On the second floor.
Louis had changed into the suit Grace had carefully picked out and was sitting on the couch, listening quietly to the music and conversation that drifted up from below.
Many people had arrived today, but not a single one was the person he was waiting for.
Louis looked up, and the mirror reflected a slightly pale and youthful face, with well-shaped eyes that slanted downward at the corners, exuding innocence and vulnerability.
But the color of those eyes was very deep, like a brooding sky, threatening to unleash a storm at any moment.
At the door, a very light knocking sound came.
After a few knocks, Grace cautiously spoke up, "Louis, are you ready? Most of the guests have arrived downstairs."
Louis did not answer, his gaze lowered to his wrists, covered in scars.
What did it matter if everyone had arrived?
To him, without her presence, none of it held any meaning.
Grace waited for a while and, seeing no response from Louis, felt a complex ache in her heart.
