No Way Back

Chapter 282

Was Jane lost? Had she lost her way? Something like that may have happened to Lila, but not to Jane.

Jane texted. [I’ve gone to the toilet. Go and have fun with Connor first. Go back to your room if you feel the need for a nap. I’ll see you during dinner]

Lila texted back, [****! You didn’t even tell us you were going to the toilet. I was going to wait for you.]

Jane replied. [You *****girl… Why are you waiting for me while I’m in the toilet? If you aren’t ashamed by this, I am.]

However, that wasn’t the truth.

Jane didn’t go to the toilet.

Instead, she secretly slipped out of sight after they returned to the resort.

It was so Connor and Lila could have some time to themselves.

The two of them were chatting and laughing, making Jane look like an enormous third wheel.

It was as if she was constantly getting in their way.

Even if Connor and Lila didn’t mind, Jane did.

It was better to be alone by herself.

At this moment, Jane noticed a peculiar scent emanating from a nearby home as she walked by.

Not only did the cold winter month not affect the fragrance, but it also seemed to grow even richer and more mellow. “This is…”

Jane couldn’t resist opening the door of the scarlet home that was in front of her.

Within, there was an orchestra of violins

Evidently, the owner of the house placed a high value on these precious violins.

“Beethoven, Mozart… they’re all discontinued. These violins honor these historical musicians by bearing their names.”

“They’re worth a fortune. Why is it being kept here in plain sight, with the door left unlocked?”

Even Jane was unable to contain her awe of the generosity shown by the owner of this property.

Or rather…

That was a show of complete faith in the resort’s safety measures.

“Who are you?”

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind the door.

As Jane turned around, she noticed a man with a flat top haircut and natural, uncolored hair. His *****hair and the lines that had formed near the corners of his eyes were clear evidence of the passage of time.

his eyes would shine with a piercing radiance. Despite his age, he seemed courageous as ever and not to be trifled with. “I’m sorry, I caught the unique scent of the violin wood. I came all the way here and realized that the door wasn’t locked. I’m really sorry.” Jane was, after all, the

you? Jane

Jane’s face clearly, the man

puzzled,

It was impossible for Jane to have no recollection of such a venerable old

Luther’s second uncle.

a well-known figure in Crucsia. How am I not familiar with your name? Also, I have a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win

call myself a fan of yours. Haha, I’m so lucky to be able to meet my hero here. Connor had told me many things about you. You are

Walker’s teasing helped ease

“Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther.

are works of art and would sell for a fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have faith in the safety measures taken

in seeing which daring burglar

Walker smiled and strode confidently. He walked by Jane and reached for a violin

know a thing or two about the

Jane was

violins. They couldn’t bring themselves to do anything with the

for Walker to

of these violins was not a primary concern. If there were any defects, there wouldn’t be a new violin that had been discontinued to

is made to be played with What’s the use of being cooped up

both their owners and the violins themselves must feel some dissatisfaction. Of course,

don’t believe in her own strength,

was clearly intended

Was he pulling the

Hal

Who’s afraid?

don’t mind, Mr. Luther,

give this renowned, once in a generation violin a go as

was able to do so, and the

reason did

if it was

now this is my idol. You can choose any of the violins here. Dont worry, I just found a friend to help me

Fowler chose a violin

Beethoven was also Jane’s

fingers softly over

The shape of the violin strings was traced out

violin in front of her, and the sandalwood scent of antiquity wafted from the

It was

Even Jane couldn’t help but

was more than grateful to be

else that could have been more

debugging

and her admiration was

musician

from

perfect in every way possible. In a sense,

if the violin was silently calling