My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 7
My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 7–Love at first sight
The ceremony began slowly in the banquet hall, and halfway through, the master of ceremonies came
up on stage to read the name of the violinist who would perform as soloist. Gregory, who had been
bored enough since the beginning of the banquet, immediately brightened up as he eximed:
“Dad, it’s the pretty woman!”
Nichs’s gaze went to the stage. At that moment, Tessa had already put on an elegant beige dress,
with a modest cut that entuated the curve of her waist and ttered her silhouette impably. Hers
In her hand was the violin the boy had picked out for her earlier as she gracefully walked to center
stage.
When the track lights shone on the porcin skin of her doll face, she looked stunning. For a moment,
surprise flickered in Nichs’s dark orbs, and he thought he might indeed be delighted with her.
Onstage, Tessa couldn’t help but look a little nervous as she stood tall under the scrutiny of the deathly
silent audience. It was the first time in her entire life that she had performed before so many important
and distinguished members of society, especially one as formidable as the Sawyers.
Looking up, she inadvertently noticed Nichs in the crowd.
His tall, slim build seemed to stand out among the other guests, and the imperious air with which he
carried himself made him seem untouchable and above everyone else.
Without realizing it, their gazes met, and he shuddered to see how her eyes resembled a deep, endless
sea, like dark eddies that threatened to sweep him away and drown him with a single nce.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she broke eye contact, meeting Gregory’s eager gaze instead. The boy
sat on a small throne as he watched Tessa with bright eyes, anticipation clear on her face.
For some reason, all anxiety melted away from her as soon as she saw Gregory, and she even
managed an easy smile. Before starting her performance, she leaned into the microphone and said
slowly:
It is a great honor to be able to perform here today. The symphony that I am going to y next is
dedicated to the most adorable and brilliant of birthday boys. Here’s to many more happy
achievements, little one.
The hall erupted with encouraging and enthusiastic apuse.
Tessa smiled kindly and leaned in. With that done, she resumed her position at center stage, and as
the noise in the room gave way to silence once more, all the lights fell on her.
Unfazed by the spotlight, she nestled the violin under the curve of her jaw and prepared to y the first
chord.
Soon the soft, melodic sound of the violin filled the room, calming the crowd as they immersed
themselves in the quiet beauty of the performance, much as one might take in the chorus ofrks.
The thin woman on the stage was like a fairy who had descended in the moonlight. Her features were
soft and delicate, her beauty so ethereal of her. Her confidence was as dazzling as she was when her
spotlights shone on her.
Everything about her seemed so wonderful that no one could bear to look away for even a second.
Most impressive was the sound of the violin, which seemed to have put the audience in a trance as the
melody moved and transported them to some wondend.
The audience was having a great time, and every one of them admired the skillful performance of the
girl.
A whileter, Gregory apuded Tessa’s impressive performance with his little hands, and turned to
ask Nichs enthusiastically:
“Isn’t that brilliant, Daddy?”
Nichs’s gaze darkened a bit, but instead of answering Gregory, he asked:
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“Have you seen her before?”
The boy agreed:
“Yes, I saw her once when I apanied my great-grandfather to one of those orchestra
performances.”
Somewhat skeptical, Nichs pressed:
-That was it? You didn’t talk to her or anything like that after you saw her?
Gregory shook his head and replied firmly:
“No, but I like it a lot!”
As father and son discussed this, Remus was seated among the guests at another table, his eyes
narrowing as he appraised Tessa, who was still onstage. He looked pensive and somewhat frustrated
as he thought, Have I seen this girl anywhere before? Why does she look so familiar to me?”
Before he could think about it any further, the room erupted in thunderous apuse and cut off his train
of thought. It turns out that the soloist’s performance on stage had alreadye to an end.
Tessa came to herself at the end of her musical reverie and bowed to the distinguished guests below
the stage. Gregory even let out a few cheers as she pped her little hands together.
Just as Tessa was leaving the banquet hall, she gingerly handed the violin over to the bodyguards
behind her.
“Could you help me carry this violin to the music room?” He’s worth too much to me to keep him much
longer.
“Of course,” the bodyguard said willingly, grabbing the instrument and hurrying away.
Now that Tessa had acted smoothly and returned the extravagant violin, she felt the weight lifted from
her shoulders and she felt euphoric. And what was more important, she even got to celebrate the
adorable boy’s birthday.
He must be happy now, she thought with a warm smile. “I hope my performance lives up to your
expectations.”
On the other hand, she wondered if that meant she would never see him again. After all, they came
from very different worlds, and the chances that they would cross paths in the future were slim. For
some reason, the thought of her left her a little helpless and reluctant.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Gregory asked Nichs when he saw Tessae down from the stage:
“Dad, I want to see the prettydy.” Can the bodyguards take me to her, please her?
“No, we have to go home right now. Your grandmother is waiting for you upstairs,” Nichs said
patiently as he lifted Gregory from the chair and held him against his torso. He wasn’t going to let his
son get close to a strange woman with an unknown background.
God only knows what ulterior motives she might have for being so friendly with Gregory, she thought.
“No, I want to see the prettydy!” Let me go, Daddy,” the boy bellowed, writhing and struggling to
break free of his father’s arms, but that didn’t stop Nichs from leading him out of the banquet
hall. Stupid dad! Plover head! I want to see the prettydy! You told me you would let me have
whatever I want on my birthday!
Nichs ignored him as he walked out of the hall without a word, the air around him growing colder.
-Liar! You are nothing but a big liar. It’s bad enough you don’t bring me to see Mom, but now you want
to stop her from seeing the prettydy too! With that, Gregory began to sob.
The word “mom” made Nichs think of that woman from five years ago. At that moment, hate and
rage seemed to course through him as he thought, You don’t need a mom who abandoned you for
money, Gregory! You deserve better than that!”
However, seeing the miserable crying of the child in her arms, she felt her heart soften and she
promised:
—Look, another day I’ll take you to see her, will you?
It was as if he had spoken the magic words, because Gregory immediately stopped crying and,
sniffling, looked up at his father with wide, sparkling eyes.
“Are you serious, dad?”
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