My Dreamy Old Husband

She followed the sheet music and began to play. The wonderful and lively musical notes from the piano jumped around the villa, falling upon everyone’s ears.

Sean, Stanley, Hale and the others downstairs were busy preparing the barbeque grill and the ingredients. They heard the music too, but unfortunately, everyone didn’t understand it, merely knowing that it was lovely to listen to, and that it was artistic.

Sophia played according to the piano score, gradually getting into the atmosphere of the music. It was a very cheerful song that seemed like it was written by someone in love. The song was full of the feelings of love and the essence of springtime. Every note carried a strong sense of adoration and care. Upon finishing the song, she was in a pleasant mood. After playing the piece, she noticed that the old man was listening with gusto. So, she turned to the second page of the score and continued playing.

Sophia played the piano all afternoon and the old man was very happy to listen to it all. After playing the piano, Woody mysteriously led Sophia into a large room on the third floor. “Cooper, look. I moved your room here. You’ll stay here tonight!”

This room shouldn’t have been here. After Cooper died, Old Master Fletcher had moved it over from the Mitchell ancestral home. He had also deliberately decorated it to be exactly the same as the original room. Everything in the room was arranged neatly; even the items on the desk were still very new, while the plants on the desk were all green and healthy. All the details were exactly the same, and someone came in everyday to clean the space.

Woody probably couldn’t accept the fact that Cooper had already died, so he thought that if he cleaned the room regularly, his son would be able to return. However, Cooper Mitchell had been dead for years…

Woody said, “Son, you must be tired after playing the piano for so long. You have a rest now. I will call you when dinner’s ready.”

Woody left the room and Sophia lay on the bed. The bedding was brand new. It seemed to have been washed and dried recently, for it still smelled like it had been sun-dried. After lying down for a while, she stood up and walked around. She looked through Cooper’s books, then she opened the windows to look outside. One side of the floor-to-ceiling windows showed the endless sea not far away. As the wind blew, waves rolled on the surface, creating a calming sight. When one opened the windows on the other side, one could overlook the entire resort; the view was fantastic.

Stanley shouted from downstairs, “Sophia, Sean and

Lewis served Sophia some cold drinks. While placing the drinks on the table, she said, “The things in this room belonged to Young Master Cooper. When Young Master Cooper passed away about ten years ago, Old Master Mitchell

outside the windows, quickly turned to look

overlapped, and the two figures separated by over ten years of time seemed to merge into one before Madam Lewis’ eyes. It was no wonder Old Master Mitchell thought the girl before her was

her own emotions and said, “You have a good rest.

went out, Nathan came in. He washed his feet in the bathroom next door, and lay down on the bed. As Sophia looked at the sleeping Nathan, she increased the temperature of the air-conditioning and quickly covered him with a small quilt, afraid that he would catch a cold. She continued looking around Cooper’s study, examining the gramophone, then the multiple calligraphy manuscripts

the calligraphy workbooks were written with vigor. For some time, she stared at the yellowed

sounds of churning waves resounded in her ears, sounding like a lullaby to her, and she soon fell asleep. In her dreams, Sophia suddenly heard the sound of a

cheerful sounds of the piano suddenly turning slow, becoming filled with endless sadness. This song was supposed to be a cheerful piece of music, but it now sounded like

the fog, she saw Cooper Mitchell. He looked just like the way he appeared in the school’s promo video. While playing the piano emotionally with his eyes lowered, his eyebrows were

sleepy eyes and sat up before noticing a man in a white shirt standing in front of Cooper’s bookshelf.

her and said, “Shhh. Keep your

Sophia’s eyes. Abel? She glanced at the sleeping Nathan, gathered her clothes and walked over to him. Lowering her voice, she asked, “Abel? Why are

wearing a pair of white gloves and searching for something on the bookshelf. “I’m looking