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From the outside, it was difficult to believe that such a lowborn place was the birthplace of Musx, a revered and renowned international brand of musical instruments.Stella wasn't sure if it was psychological, but as she came in, everything around her seemed so sacred.From the outside, nothing looked unusual. The building materials were half wood and half cement, devoid of any sense of design. Undoubtedly, it looked a bit nondescript.As they walked through the gate, they saw a few apprentices grinding wood in the yard.Musx’s founder was now an elderly man with a peculiar temper.He accepted apprentices, but he had strict standards, requiring them to complete all of the steps without the assistance of others.So, when anyone entered, their eyes would be feasted on the sight of an army of apprentices doing laborious work. The minute Weston and Stella walked in, a woman in a dress came to welcome them. “Mr. Ford, Mr. Kennedy is resting inside. Please follow me.”She was an ol

Although they were smiling and treating her politely, they had every right to look down upon a home wrecker liked her.Stella shut her eyes and released a sigh. Instantly, her mood was gone.Weston could tell something was off with her because ever since she heard Guinevere’s name, she had been keeping quiet.After the woman left, he suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist and whispered, “I’m not married yet.”After reuniting, this wasn’t the first time he had told her this.At first, Stella thought he was just lying to her but now as she gazed into his eyes, she knew he was being honest.　　But she was devoid of feelings. "Why are you telling me this?" she questioned quietly. "Do you want me to give the two of you a present or do you want me to attend your wedding?"Asides from all that, she doesn’t know why he would tell her these.Sure enough, his face fell.He stood up and stared at her steadily.Before he shifted his gaze away, there weren’t any emotions in his eyes.Not long la

Stella set the cup down, moved up to the piano, and carefully sat down.The piano was ancient, and it paled in comparison to the high-end beautiful instruments shown outside.An off-key tone could be heard as she gently placed her fingers on the piano keys, .She scrunched her eyebrows, said nothing, and began to play a simple rendition of “Ode to Joy.”It wasn’t that good because the notes were off-key.Before she could finish the whole song, Mr. Kennedy interrupted, “Weston said you learned piano before. How can you mess up such an easy song?”“I’m sorry. I haven't really mastered the techniques.”"I won't build instruments for those who can’t play them," Mr. Kennedy scorned. "No matter how excellent the instrument is, you can't release its full potential if you're incompetent on it. People would laugh if they find out you played on my piano."To him, the piano wasn’t merely a lifeless contraption, but a life that contained a soul.He would rather destroy a piano than give i

They had agreed to be with each other for a year.Throughout this period, she had to behave like how she had before.Although Stella knew she couldn't entirely play the exact woman she was, and Weston knew they couldn't go back to the way things were, he would still take it if she was ready to put on an act.“Nothing. I'm simply curious. You appeared pressed while answering the phone earlier." She knew how to silence him by bringing up topics he doesn't want to discuss.Weston understood that she knew the call earlier was about Guinevere, and she had deliberately brought it up because she didn’t want him to continue any further.The man smiled. In fact, instead of showing any anger, he even caressed her head. “You’re bold now.”It was the second time he had said that about her.She propped up her chin with her hands and turned to the window.As they passed by a road, she suddenly laughed out loud.“What are you laughing about?” He stared at her through the front mirror.She p

When Guinevere spotted them escaping, she raced forward to stop them. "I'm going to kill him. He shouldn't be here. I'm going to kill him!"Her eyes were red, and Chris blocked her path. “Enough! He’s your son!”"He isn't!" shouted Guinevere, scratching his face.“Open your eyes! See clearly that he’s the son you’ve given birth to!” he shouted. “He’s one of the Ford’s!!!”“Right. He is, in fact, a member of the Ford family." A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she appeared to sober up a little, with a sneer emerging on her face.She slowly walked toward Chris and when he saw the look on her face, he seemed to realize what was happening and slowly backed away.Although he was a man of age, he was still charming.Even at this age, there were still many women that would fall for him.He and Wendy were a well-known and loving couple, and no one had ever questioned their relationship after they had been through so much together.But there was one exception…“He is indeed a chil