In front of her, Roschelle wrapped herself around Kieran like a sexy snake, looking all pitiful and making Kieran choose between them.
No surprise, Kieran chose Roschelle.
The piano that was supposed to be hers was given to Roschelle by Kieran.
She just found out, Roschelle was actually Kieran’s true love.
Alarieka now looked back on all this and had almost forgotten the heartbreak and disbelief she felt back then.
This piano was exactly the one Kieran and Roschelle were about to play four hands on.
She looked away, picked up the script, and turned to leave.
Sometimes Alarieka also wondered, why did Kieran keep haunting her like this.
When she saw Kieran’s car at the school gate, she almost wanted to turn around and go back to school.
Her steps stopped a few meters from the car, and just as she was about to turn around, Kieran’s assistant got out from the front passenger seat, looking serious, and bent down to open the back door for her.
Alarieka knew she couldn’t fight back, so she just sat in the car quietly.
Kieran was still in his usual black suit, half leaning against the car seat with his eyes closed, hands clasped on his knees.
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Alaricka just glanced at him and looked away, “I want to go back to Sherman Residences.”
Sherman Residences was the old neighborhood where she and Tamika lived now, not far from here.
Kieran’s dark eyes glanced at her, his voice low: “Harmony Estates:”
The driver went eh and started the car again and again.
Alaricka took a deep breath: “What would I go to your place for?”
Harmony Estates was exactly the big flat Kieran lived in outside. Kieran closed his eyes again and said calmly, “For your birthday.” Alarieka froze, her brows furrowed right away, and she looked at Kieran, not really understanding: “Why?”
He had already drawn the line with her at last year’s birthday, so why was he doing this now?
In the past, Kieran also knew everything Holter had to do, but he just didn’t care and watched coldly.
Kieran lazily lifted his eyelids to look at her, his thin lips pressed together lightly: “You weren’t happy?”
Alarieka asked back, “Why should I be happy?”
Kieran stared at her for a while for no reason, then slowly looked
away.
He didn’t say anything else, and Alarieka gritted her teeth in “Kieran, I said I wanted to go back to Sherman Residences.”
Alarieka gritted her teeth in anger:
Kieran grunted and closed his eyes. “Got it, I’ll take you back later.”
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Alaricka said, “I want to go back right now.
Kieran just left me on read.
Twenty minutes later, Alarieka got out of the car with Kieran.
Kieran walked ahead of her. Alarieka got an idea and quietly turned to leave, but Kieran called her back.
Kieran was clearly walking in front, but it was like he had eyes in the back of his head: “Alaricka, where are you going?”
Alarieka’s heart skipped a beat, and Kieran said, “Look at the shadow under your feet.”
Kieran walked over, his dark eyes looking at her calmly and coldly. He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, forcing her into the
neighborhood.
After coming in, Alarieka flopped down on the couch like she gave up.
She watched Kieran walk into the kitchen, then come out with a little birthday cake from the kitchen, still giving off a faint sweet smell.
Kieran put the cake in front of her: “Leyla made it, try it.”
Alarieka’s eyelashes fluttered.
Leyla was the aunt Kieran hired, and she had already worked here for almost five years.
During the time she was pestering Kieran to move in, it was Leyla who took care of her.
She didn’t expect that Leyla still thought about her.
She looked around. “Where’s Leyla?”
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Kieran said. “Her grandson had a fever, he’s at the hospital now.”
Alarieka lowered her head and looked at the cake. The tip of her nose had the sweet smell of cream.
She slowly picked up a small piece with a fork and put it in her mouth.
The moment it went in, she frowned and swallowed the noodles.
The taste wasn’t quite the same as before, it was a bit sweeter, and the cake inside wasn’t soft enough.
She pressed her lips together, thinking about what Kieran had said.
Maybe it was because her grandson was sick, so she just didn’t feel like doing a good job. She could understand.
At least it was a kind gesture.
Alarieka stopped talking, lowered her head, and quietly ate the cake.
Kieran suddenly asked her. “Is it good?”
Alarieka naturally nodded. “Leyla made it, of course it’s tasty.”
Kieran said something unclear: “Really?”
Roschelle came all of a sudden, but Alarieka wasn’t unprepared.
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