Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: Complaining About Scarlett Playing Unpleasantly Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: Complaining About Scarlett Playing Unpleasantly Brooke hadn’t expected her to thank her, and was taken by surprise. Her eyes then took on a more sincere cast.

They chatted some more about Linton City and their time on the set.

The banquet began.

The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed until only a single beam remained, illuminating the very center of the dance floor. A host in a tailcoat walked over with a beaming smile, took hold of the microphone, and said cheerily, “Our annual KM Charity Dinner is about to commence. Before we get started, we are incredibly honored to have invited Princess Scarlett of Country W to play a piano piece for us!”

“Princess Scarlett has been committed to children’s charity from a young age, making a tremendous contribution to the global charitable cause. This time, Princess Scarlett has also taken the lead by donating 7.5 million for the Children and Women’s Rights Protection Fund in Country X, and in addition, she has personally funded the construction of five schools. On behalf of the children in Country X who have no books to read, I would like to thank Princess Scarlett for her generosity.”

As the host finished speaking, the crowd, out of respect, burst into applause.

After the thunderous applause, the stage lights suddenly went out completely, plunging the whole hall into darkness.

Enna Clark felt at once the burning touch of a large hand grasping hers, holding tightly, while, at the same time, the familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with mint arose behind her, as if providing protection, making her heart skip a beat uncontrollably.

Just as she was touched, she felt a scratch in the palm of her hand, a wave of electricity traveling from the palm to her heart, and she couldn’t help but jerk her hand away.

But then it was tightly seized!

Imperious fingers entwined forcefully.

That wasn’t all; a warm breath brushed her ear, and a deep, hoarse voice irresistibly sensual said, “Don’t move!”

Enna Clark, “…”

Just then, an ethereal piano melody began to play.

Enna Clark couldn’t play the piano, yet she found this piano sound particularly pleasant, as though it played from a CD.

“Tch, it’s unpleasant!” Just as she was listening intently, a man’s voice came from above, thick with impatience.

Even if she didn’t like Scarlett, she felt compelled to say, “I think it’s quite good.”

Baron Lawrence scoffed disdainfully, he glared at her, then remembered that in the darkness, Enna Clark could not see his face. He said irritably, “It’s all showing off skill, where is it good?”

The piano piece that Scarlett had selected was something he had played at a banquet several days ago, with Scarlett playing the violin accompaniment.

Listening to Scarlett play it today, he was suddenly hit with the feeling of having swallowed a fly.

It was a piece meant to resist fate, but he could hear no defiance in Scarlett’s playing, only boasting and insincerity!

Such hollow piano playing—he didn’t find it pleasant at all, only noisy. It was irritatingly cacophonous!

“I think it sounds good,” said Enna Clark, who had never learned to play the piano nor had the opportunity to. She couldn’t be as professional as Baron Lawrence. But to someone who knew nothing, it genuinely seemed that Scarlett played well, at least very smoothly.

At that moment, a central beam of light fell, spotlighting the girl playing at the center of the stage. The girl in her peach-colored evening dress and the glamorous crystal piano complemented each other brilliantly, as beautiful as a princess from a fairy tale, lively and graceful.