Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel)

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Chapter 281 Is It Tough on You?

Upon reflection, Maggie considered that the situation might not be entirely negative.

The Adams had a commendable reputation. If her brother turned out so well, perhaps she wouldn’t fare too badly either.

Yet Maggie couldn’t shake the feeling that she should be feeling more at ease and content.

As she contemplated this, thoughts of the years Nathael had silently loved her flooded her mind. Had those times been difficult for him, too?

A moment later, Maggie snapped out of her reverie. She turned to Nathael and asked softly, “Do you like It?

“Do you enjoy listening to me play the piano?”

“Yes, I do,” Nathael replied with a firm voice, their fingers interlocked.

Maggie smiled gently and said, “I’ll play for you when we get home tonight.”

A mischievous glint flashed in Nathael’s eyes as he probed, “At my place?”

Maggie glared at him and playfully chided, “Can’t you think of something else?”

Why has this man acted so desperately to share the bed with her? They wouldn’t sleep together anyway.

Nathael chuckled and asked, “What are you thinking?”

Maggie ignored him. She continued to watch the next performer play his piece. When the lights dimmed again, Nathael spoke in a husky voice, “I just enjoy being with you.”

It was a simple statement, as if it were meant for her, or perhaps he just muttered to himself.

Maggie’s throat tightened unexpectedly. Tears started to well up in her eyes for no reason.

Indeed, he always enjoyed spending time with her, even if it was just doing something utterly mundane.

In her past life, Nathael often stayed by her side, quietly accompanying her as she clumsily worked on her jewelry designs, always ready to hand her the gem stone and tools she needed at critical moments. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He would also move his paperwork into the bedroom and work under a night lamp, watching over her as she slept.

He would come home and cook for her, setting up small tasks to keep her from feeling useless.

Aside from that, he would watch cheesy romance movies with her, listen to her sarcastic comments, and pass her a warm glass of water or a cozy blanket.

They had done far too many things together.

Many details that Maggie had once forgotten or thought she would never remember now flood back to her. in this dimly lit hall, under the soft piano melodies.

Nathael asked with a light laugh, “What are we doing?”

“We’ll do many things together, Maggie replied softly.

As soon as Sierra stepped off the stage, she stormed into the dressing room to grab her phone with a cold. expression.

Danielle frowned and questioned, “What’s the matter? Was that piece not practiced enough?”

She wasn’t a novice to piano; it was clear to her that Sierra had neglected her practice. It was unpolished and clumsy, lacking any artistic expression, not to mention basic fluency.

With a tense face, Sierra ripped off her mask and tossed it aside, snapping, “Mind your own business!”

Danielle had only meant well, not intending to criticize but simply checking on her understanding of what had happened. However, Sierra’s ingratitude immediately set her off.

“Don’t forget you’re representing our school! By taking someone else’s spot, you owe it to them to give it everything, to be responsible to the school and to your peers. Danielle tried to stay calm as she spoke sternly.

Ignoring her, Sierra grabbed her phone, swung open the door, and slammed it behind her as she left the dressing room.

The first thing Sierra did was to call her grandfather. She spoke with a tearful tone, “Grandpa, what’s going on? The piece is not the one that I should have performed. Why the sudden change?”

Master Pierce seemed upset too, but the old man still offered some comfort. He said, “Don’t worry, I’ve asked around. It seems there was a glitch in the program that messed up the track.”

Hearing this, Sierra felt even more enraged, her eyes reddening with anger.

Why was that wretch so lucky to have Nathael backing her? While she was left with such misfortune.

Sierra was on the phone complaining to her grandfather, while her parents were fuming in front of the TV.

Ronald had invited some investors to watch Sierra’s performance, hoping to use the occasion to showcase her popularity and lay out the future prospects of Luster Jewelry.

Their daughter had failed them at a critical time, which was unexpected.

“Your daughter’s skills don’t seem to be as good as Mr.

meron claimed,” a middle–aged woman with dark–rimmed glasses commented. Her tone is neutral, but with a hidden implication of sarcasm.

Ronald’s pride was stung. His response was defensive, “She might be feeling under the weather or ill today, but her fanbase is undeniable. She currently has around a million followers on Twitter.”

Olivia quickly chimed in. That’s right. The university’s piano competition just recently concluded, and Sierra’s large following shows her potential influence. Moreover, our company has signed a few newcomers from other talent shows, and we will fund their initial campaigns. Once they gain some recognition, they will immediately become spokespeople for Luster.”

“Mrs. Cameron, no offense, but you can buy Twitter followers,” a slightly overweight man interrupted. “Besides, Ms. Riley also plays the piano. Why not listen to her?”

Ronald hadn’t expected that woman to be knowledgeable about piano; he felt his attempts were backfiring.

With no way out, his family was on the verge of financial collapse. If Luster Corporation didn’t want to declare bankruptcy, the other option was to seek investors.

He had liquidated many assets, but it was far from enough for the fund to support all of their busineses.

The woman spoke up quietly, “As far as I know, the peak in Ms. Cameron’s follower count coincided with the time she was presumed to be the protagonist of those piano videos online. We have stats on that.”

The fact that she had even kept track of such details surprised Ronald. His smile froze.

“Moreover, based on my observations, Ms. Cameron is likely not the protagonist of those videos. There’s a difference in their piano playing styles,” the woman added.

“What?” Ronald was stunned and asked in disbelief.

Olivia frowned and protested, “Impossible! Sierra personally admitted to it. It must be a mistake on your part.”

The woman offered no further explanation. She simply stated, “That would be a matter for Mrs. Cameron to discuss with your daughter. However, based on what I’ve seen, your proposal isn’t sufficient to attract our investment. Mr. Cameron, I’m truly sorry, but I hope we can find an opportunity to collaborate in the future.

She rejected him politely. Ronald had no choice but to stand up, shake hands, and see her out.

Returning to the conference room, Ronald’s complexion darkened as he exploded, “What on earth is Sierra doing? All these years I’ve poured so much money into her piano lessons; what has she learned? She fails at the crucial moment, making me look like a fool! She might be advised to drop out as well, like Maggie!”

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