Chapter 132


    “Do you mind telling me?” David Jones asked.


    Without waiting for Rachel Grey to speak, he continued, “I can be your listener if you’re willing to. If not,


    I won’t ask any more questions.”


    His tone was soft, but she was deeply moved by his domineering ways.


    Rachel’s felt her heart pounding as she pursed her lips.


    After a while, she said calmly, “For as long as I remember, my mother rarely smiles. It’s only when I


    y the violin that she smiles. And this was her favorite piece. Every time I y this piece, her gaze


    bes exceptionally gentle. Sometimes, she even ys the piano too.


    “Then I yed this song for a long time to please my mother and to see her smile. As time passed. I


    could not tell if I genuinely liked the violin or if I liked to see my mother smile. After my mother passed


    away, I did not touch the violin for long.


    “When I returned to the Johnson family, Grandpa was very strict with me. He said that the Johnson


    family’s children had to be proficient in arts and music. Because I would inherit the Johnson family in


    the future, I represented the Johnson family and its reputation, so I had no choice but to pick up the


    violin again.”


    David held her hand. “We can do a duet when the timees.”


    You know how to y the piano?” Rachel looked at him in surprise.


    On second thought, given his status and background, it was not strange for him to know these things.


    David’s lips curled into a smile. “I know a lot. You’ll get to know me better in the future.”Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    As they spoke, the car arrived at Sandalwood Hills.


    “What are you…”


    Rachel was a little surprised that David brought her here.


    David honked the horn once, and the huge manor gate gradually opened. “Before the crisis is resolved,


    you will stay here for the time being.”


    That was unquestionably an order that no one could refuse.


    Moreover, David was doing this for her safety. She had no reason to refuse.


    Seeing that she did not oppose, David could not help but raise his eyebrows. “Rae–Rae, you’re actually


    looking forward to living under the same roof as me, right?”


    Rachel looked at him with a smile. “Mr. Jones, you’re too thick–skinned.”


    As she spoke, she opened the door and got out pretentiously.


    David quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and caught up to her. He held her hand and said shamelessly,


    “How else would I have courted you if I wasn’t thick–skinned?”


    “Hmph!” Embarrassed, Rachel quickened her pace.