My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 243

“Then play for me.” Ashlyn lifted her chin slightly. “If you can’t even play in front of me, how are you going to perform in front of the audiences on Gala Night itself? With all those formless and faceless people staring at you?”

Charlotte bit her lip. “I…”

It took all of her resolve to place her bow on the strings. Then, she started to play.

Perhaps she was too nervous, she played a few notes wrong.

Ashlyn stopped her and focused her gaze on Charlotte. “Don’t be so tense. You need to relax your fingers a little so you can play the vibrato properly. Here, let me show you.”

With that, Ashlyn took the bow and cello over and began to play, explaining as she went. “Be mindful of the upbows, downbows and how many notes you string together in one stroke. For the vibrato, the slower you move your fingers, the more drawn-out and mournful the sound would be.”

The low humming of the cello rang out again, the melodious tune caught everyone’s attention. Even the dancers had turned their heads to look.

Ashlyn was completely unaware of everybody else’s reactions as she instructed Charlotte, “See? If you move your fingers faster, the vibrato sounds a little more urgent and excited.”

Finished playing the song, she handed the instrument back to the younger woman. “Now, you try.”

“You… You play better than my uncle!” Charlotte’s eyes were shining with admiration and awe as she stared at Ashlyn. She loved the cello and had been learning from her Uncle Lochlan since she was a young girl.

can do it!” Ashlyn encouraged with a grin. She was not the slightest bit curious about

the urging from other co-producers, everyone snapped out

had been lost in

Ashlyn emerged from the hall, it was already

at the various performers, taking in how they drooped

did not say anything more as

came to a stop before her

It was Lucas.

and was just wondering what

voice of Lucas came through the phone, “Get off the car. I’ll take you

in an equally chilly tone, “I drove my own car here; why would I need you to bring

a reply before she hung up. Starting up the engine, she headed

she parked at the entrance of the hotel and Pierre did

shot a smirk at him and said, “C’mon, Pierre. Dinner’s

don’t want to join the dancers? You have great talent!” Beside her, Pierre’s voice carried a regretful

“Not interested.”

two of them entered the

position sitting in his car, Lucas was enraged when he saw how the two