Chapter 223

“Yes.” Tessa nodded.

Raising his head, Scott glanced at the office building behind Tessa as realization hit him a little. “It’s no wonder I stumbled upon you near here twice. Are you a member of the Heavenly Chorus Orchestra?”

A trace of intricacy flashed in Tessa’s eyes. Then, she lowered her head and said in an upsetting tone, “I used to be, but I guess I’m not anymore.”

He was a little surprised. “Why do you say so? Did you resign or something?”

“Well, it’s all in the past. So, it’s pointless to talk about it again.” She raised her head. After that, she pulled the corners of her mouth into a smirk and pretended to smile indifferently.

It’s just a casual question that I blurted out. So, I don’t really expect a clear answer. Besides, now that I look at her current facial expression again, I can see that there’s something occupying her mind. What is more, she looks like she doesn’t want to mention it. Scott was someone who knew when to stop meddling in people’s affairs, so he simply did not ask any further questions.

However, he could still vaguely guess that there was a hidden reason behind Tessa’s departure from the Heavenly Chorus Orchestra. After all, he met her near here twice in a row. Perhaps she did not want to leave.

still didn’t catch your name, considering we’ve been chatting with each other for so long. Care to tell me your

spoke, he reached out with his hand to offer a

was a little stunned. Shortly after, she smiled brightly and

just now was very interesting, so I wish to chat with you more for a while. If you can spare

could see that Tessa was actually passionate about music, and the comment she made was also spot-on. She might be a fellow from the

someone who had always been accustomed to keeping a distance from anyone, Scott inexplicably wished

Tessa was willing to chat with someone like Scott. Maybe I can even learn a lot of

Tessa to a

of the cafe

mellifluous music drifting from the violin inside the

of his lips, Scott explained, “I come here often. Although the violin performance here is not as good as those violinists in the

skill of the violinist here is indeed nowhere near a professional violinist.

finishing her sentence, she looked at the violinist on the stage rather longingly. It’s a pity. As long as I’m still in Brentwood, I

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