Outside the manor, the rain pattered softly, while the bustling noise inside the hall faded away, leaving only the sound of Sylvan Cheney’s piano.
He played a piece called "Stars."
In the center of the stage, Erin hadn’t changed her outfit; the evening gown was heavy, but it didn’t affect her performance as she danced her signature dance.
The diamond pendant of her earrings swayed back and forth with her movents; she was graceful, like a flying swallow.
Erin’s heart was filled with joy; she enjoyed the feeling of making Sylvan Cheney yield to her.
Moreover, she was surprised to discover he could play the piano.
Indeed, his initial excuse was just a pretense.
A man who plays the piano is the hardest to resist; even while dancing, her gaze remained steadily on Sylvan Cheney.
Her heart was captivated.
Her eyes were full of tenderness and an uncontainable, intense emotion.
The man sitting straight at the piano had captured her soul, or perhaps she was simply intoxicated.
Her figure was naturally captivating, drawing all eyes to her.
Sylvan Cheney played the piano with full concentration; his gaze never left the keys, and his stern face bore little expression.
The piece was not long; as the final note fell, Sylvan Cheney withdrew his hands.
Erin was still longing for more, her heart still pounding; the feeling was so wonderful that she wanted to claim this paragon of a man as her own.
He could only be hers.
The audience below the stage also wanted more and took a while to react after the music had ended, whistling and applauding.
"Miss Janus is incredible, her dance is truly beautiful. There’s a saying... ’as poised as a startled swan, as graceful as a wandering dragon,’ talking about a beauty like Miss Janus."
"It’s my first ti seeing Miss Janus dance, and it’s astounding!"
"Miss Janus is as beautiful as her dance, how are we supposed to survive?"
"If Miss Janus weren’t already spoken for, I’d pursue her. Alas, Miss Janus only has eyes for Mr. Evan."
A woman beside them teased, "You guys, don’t even ntion playing the piano; you haven’t even touched an instrunt. Look at Mr. Evan, you can’t compare."
Erin chuckled, lifting her skirt as she walked out of the dance floor and looked at everyone: "You’re all too kind. It’s Evan’s piano playing that’s superb. He’s the star; I’m just a dancing partner."
"The way Miss Janus looks at Mr. Evan is sothing we all envy."
"Don’t tease . Why don’t you co dance, and I’ll go have a few drinks with Evan," Erin said with a glance and a smile.
"Okay, okay."
Before Erin could walk over, Sylvan Cheney had already stood up and headed to the restroom.
Erin had to go to her father’s side first, holding a glass of wine while drinking.
Kieran Janus looked at her lovingly: "Erin, are you happy?"
"Happy, Dad. Just now was my happiest mont in the past year... Oh no, in many years."
"Ungrateful child, have you forgotten about all the tis I made you happy when you were little?"
"No, no, that’s different," Erin bead at Kieran Janus, "Dad, I’m truly happy."
So happy that... even if it was forced, it didn’t feel abrupt.
Kieran Janus patted Erin’s hand, comforting her, "As long as you’re happy. You’re Dad’s only daughter, and all I wish is for you to be happy."
"Dad, do you think I’ve found a treasure? I truly don’t regret coming back ho with you for the ancestral rites during Qingming. At first, I was even throwing a tantrum!"
Kieran Janus fell silent.
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