Chapter 93: Our Own Kind of Love

I WAS surprised by the petals scattered around the floor the second I opened the door. There were scented candles around, too. I thought Val and I were only going to have a simple dinner to celebrate last night’s success. I gulped and continued walking towards the living room of his grand mansion.

And there, I saw him playing the piano, emitting princely vibes again with just his cream turtle-neck long-sleeve and pants. His shoulder-length platinum hair was neatly tied. He was looking at me with tenderness in his eyes as he played.

This was the same music that made me believe that life was still beautiful even after suffering from amnesia. Watching him like this had brought me back to the past, to the times when he would come running at my door each time I would have nightmares and then he would hold me tight in his arms. And because I was scared to go back to sleep, he would play the piano to pacify me.

‘I’m always here’, those three words were what he would always tell me.

For other