Mr. Ford Is Jealous

The music died down. Stella placed her hands on the piano keys as she collected herself. 

It had been so long since she last touched a piano that she almost forgot that she used to be known as a pianist with immense potential, having earned numerous international awards at a young age. 

Afterward, due to the tragedy that struck her family, she had no choice but to embark on a profession that could earn her cash instantly. Clearly, the situation that she and Roger found themselves in back then did not allow her to pursue further education in music. 

Thankfully, she was also extremely talented in dancing, good enough to take up the role of a dance teacher. 

She had initially wanted to part-time as a piano teacher as well, but a teacher who couldn’t even afford a piano for herself probably wouldn’t be credible in the eyes of the parents. 

After she was finished playing the piece, Stella suddenly felt bashful. “It’s been so long since I touched a piano. I’ve gotten rather rusty…” 

“Just play the piano whenever you feel like from now on,” Weston said. “The soundproofing of this room is excellent, and you needn’t worry about bothering the neighbors.” 

She glanced around and realized that this room was practically a mini recording studio. 

Not only was there a piano, but a couple of other instruments lay around as well. 

Stella tried every single one of them. Later, she realized that the piano was slightly different from the rest. Although they were all high-quality instruments, which she did not doubt given Weston’s financial capabilities, the piano was not something that money alone could buy. She returned to the piano and sat before it, reaching out to run her fingers along its surface and the gold-rimmed logo carved on it. 

it and turned back to look at Weston. “It’s

“You recognize it?” 

eyes warmed up. “That man is getting old. Even though it was a rushed job, it

she exclaimed, “Didn’t he say that he no

to me,

him and reached a hand out to

pinched her cheeks and said affectionately, “I’ll

look in her eyes changed

gently toward him. “Tell me, do you

squirm with discomfort, eager to escape his

her face in his embrace. She kept silent as she rubbed her face against his

came from above

reached out and hauled

gratitude in more practical

“We only just…