Always Been Yours

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.

one’s nose in the dirt. Thus, Scott smiled gently and said, “I still didn’t catch your name, considering we’ve been chatting with each other for so long. Care to

spoke, he reached out with his hand to offer a

and reached out to shake hands

you more for a

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 same

been accustomed to keeping a

Maybe I can even learn a lot of musical knowledge from him. Therefore, she nodded without any question.

that, Scott took Tessa to a cafe

the doorway, she silently read out the name of the cafe in her mind. Encoded Strings? It seems like this

mellifluous music drifting from the violin inside the cafe. In an instant, Tessa’s eyes brightened

corners of his lips, Scott explained, “I come here often. Although the violin performance here is not as good as those violinists in the orchestra, there’s a sense of

here is indeed nowhere near a professional violinist. However, they’re

pity. As long as I’m still in Brentwood, I have no chance to stand up on stage