My Extraordinary Wife

“Y-You…” Eric mumbled, not quite knowing what to say. He prided himself on being worldly-wise, but even he had never gone so red in the face before. “Will Mr. Shaw be coming too?”

“It’s only the preliminary rounds,” Ashlyn scoffed, her gaze cold and distant.

Eric’s expression immediately darkened. What Ashlyn had meant was that something as insignificant as the preliminary rounds didn’t warrant the presence of both her and Richard.

“Yes, yes,” Eric replied. “You’re right…”

Oh, my goodness. Me and my big mouth! I should’ve kept it shut instead of asking such dumb questions. D*mn it!

In fact, never in Eric’s wildest dreams did he think that Richard’s godsister would turn out to be the famous Madeline Saunders.

He couldn’t help but think of the Chapman family again, a memory that left him shaking his head dejectedly.

My luck has been on a downward spiral ever since I got involved with the Chapman family. I really ought to keep my distance from them!

A while later, the receptionist from before politely handed Ashlyn a judge’s card. “My sincerest apologies, Ms. Saunders. I didn’t mean to offend you earlier. I hope you can forgive me.”

There wasn’t anyone in the music industry who didn’t want to get to know Madeline Saunders, yet the receptionist was blind to have made things difficult for her. The feeling of regret began to sink in fast.

a lowly employee in the theater, it had taken her a great deal of

she never expected that she’d mess

Saunders is someone I absolutely

to accompany Ashlyn into the theater when the

the sharp-eyed Sisley saw Ashlyn, a look of disdain appeared

bumping into Ashlyn, and now that she did, she felt even more

told anyone in her family that Ashlyn was none other than

second eldest son of the Chapman family, had also noticed Ashlyn. “Wow, I guess any Tom, Dick, and Harry are allowed to participate in this competition. Do people not know that this is a prestigious, international competition meant only for the world’s best pianists? Why are there still deluded individuals who

his face. “How annoying!

with a vengeance, and

crowd, however, was silent as they gaped at the Chapman

gone stark raving mad? Or

in the face, so naturally, they couldn’t wait to see how Ashlyn would deal

such, no one even

generations of scholars and accomplished pianists, the Chapmans continued to

her face hot and flushed as she looked on

to tell her family the truth and had

shot