'What? No?' He raised his eyebrows and said gently with his thin lips, 'Am I taking the liberty?'

'No.' Grace recovered from this and smiled faintly. 'I'll play it for you if you want. But I haven't touched the piano for five years, and I'm not as good as before.'

'It's okay.' He hung his eyes and a thick weariness flashed across his face.

Grace went to the piano and sat down slowly.

Knowing that she had studied music before, Mason specially prepared a piano and guitar for her in the villa. But she never had the courage to touch it again. Now she played it again because of Carl,...