Chapter 1222


    Chapter 1222


    The night was dark.


    Downstairs, below the apartment, a tall dark figure was standing there all alone, casting a long and lon


    ely shadow.


    Under the streemp, moths were circling around the light in a frenzy. That was the way it had been sin


    ce time. immemorial–


    moths had always flown straight into the me, sacrificing themselves for a short but brilliant life.


    Ste stared at him for some time before retracting her gaze and closing the curtain.


    Too bad for him, but she was resolved never again to be


    attracted to the mes like those moths.


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    From that day onwards, Weston never showed up before Ste.


    Then again, now that he had found out it was Guinevere Cohen who had caused all the trouble in the p


    ast, it would be incredibly shameless even for a man like Weston to keep getting in her hair like he use


    d to.


    To Ste’s surprise, though, when she entered the restaurant where she was supposed


    to meet a music producer, she caught sight of the very man at a table across the room. She knew then


    that she had vastly


    underrated Weston’s thick–skinned shamelessness.


    She had an appointment with a music producer that day to discuss her first concert in this country. She


    absolutely did not expect to see Weston here as well.


    She walked up to them and greeted the producer first, before casually sweeping a nce over


    Weston. With a thin smile, she stretched out her hand towards him and said, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr


    . Ford.”


    Weston took her hand, briefly shook it in a business–like manner,


    and quickly withdrew his hand, saying, “Hello, Miss Cicily.


    He called her by her new name, just as if the two of them were perfect strangers.


    That was precisely what Ste wanted.


    She took her seat and went on to discuss matters surrounding her concert with the music producer in a


    leisurely manner.


    The truth was, only a few people went to music concerts, but Ste had gained so much fame and repu


    tation abroad that it would be a shame not to take advantage of


    1. it.


    By then, anyone who had even minimal exposure to ssical music was familiar with the name Cicily.


    She was now widely regarded as one of the greatest pianists of this century.


    With such prestige, the producer was confident that she had great potential to expand her career here i


    n this country.


    While Ste and the producer were happily chatting away, Weston just sat inplete silence without


    saying a single word the whole time.


    The producer obviously had no idea what had transpired between Weston and Ste. After talking with


    Ste for a while, he suggested that they sign a contract right then and there.


    “If you’re interested, Miss Cicily, you can join us


    in our holiday retreat that’s happening soon. We’re going to Snow Mountain in Fern City. Lots of industry


    Ste thought of how she had not been doing much at all since returning to this country. However, consi


    on the right track in his career, she nodded and agreed right away.


    “If nothing happens to prevent it, I’ll definitely find some time to join you guys.”


    “Great!” cried the producer in delight. “With you there, I’m sure lots more people will decide to join us too


    They both continued chatting for a little longer until the producer suddenly turned to Weston and asked,


    Weston said nothing. His clear ck eyes were fixed on Ste.


    She avoided eye contact and took a sip of her coffee. Whether or not he decided to go, it would bep


    Weston seemed to be able to read her mind. He pursed his lips and smiled wryly before replying, “I’m to


    He spoke calmly and politely, but to Ste’s ears, she detected a hint of pain and grievance.