Chapter84
“I’ve known Matilda for years, inside and out. It’s time to settle down, but after thinking it over, October 10th is too late. It should have been earlier.”
Andrea watched as Roderick took Matilda’s hand, feeling a sour taste of rust in her throat.
Marvin and Caroline were both shocked by Roderick’s sudden change of heart.
Caroline couldn’t wait to take out her phone, her fingertips quickly scrolling through the contacts.
“I’ll contact the wedding planning team right away! We need to rush the venue and wedding dress!”
She suddenly turned her head and smiled at Andrea.
“Young people should be freer in love. Roderick is too strict. You guys keep talking, we’ll go next door to chat in private!”
The sound of Marvin and Caroline’s laughter faded away, and as the door of the private room closed, Andrea realized she was already ice- cold all over.
The blanket Quinn handed over smelled like cedar, but it didn’t warm her cold fingertips.
“Are you… okay?”
Andrea shook her head and forced out a smile uglier than crying.
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“Sorry Mr. Shillingford, I’m a bit tired, I want to go back first.‘
Quinn nodded slightly.
“I’ll walk you there.”
“I won’t bother you anymore, Mr. Shillingford. I just want to be alone for a while.”
Andrea didn’t know how she got back to the villa. She knew she couldn’t wait to move up the wedding date, and she was completely out of it.
She curled up in bed, moonlight shining through the curtains onto her face.
In a daze, she drifted off to sleep.
In the dream, autumn rain was tapping on the window panes. Andrea curled up on the bedroom sofa, listening to the sound of Roderick playing the piano downstairs.
The handwriting in the diary was smudged, she bit the pen tip and secretly wrote down a new line
“He brought me hot milk today, and his fingerprints were still on the glass.”
The piano suddenly went quiet, and after a while, footsteps could be heard coming from the stairs.
She quickly closed the notebook and saw Roderick holding a stack of old books at the door.
He was wearing a white sweater, with a gentle voice.
“The study is cleared out for you to use as a studio, these books…”
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His gaze swept over the swaying hem of her nightgown, and his ears suddenly turned red.
“Want to watch together?”
In the following days, the studio became their secret hideout.
Roderick taught her to play Chopin’s pieces, and she helped him with sketches.
One stormy night, when the thunder was booming, she instinctively threw herself into his arms.
His stiff body gradually relaxed, and the warmth of his palm came through the shirt.
“Don’t be afraid.”
After that day, there was always a subtle feeling in the air.
On Andrea’s 18th birthday, she finally worked up the courage.
They stood under the long corridor covered with ivy, the sunset casting Roderick’s shadow very long, almost touching her toes.
“I…”
She clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice as soft as leaves drifting in the wind.
“Would you feel disgusted if I said I liked you?”
Roderick’s eyelashes were fluttering wildly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the brick wall covered with vines, and his warm breath brushed across her flushed
