Chapter 1290
Chapter 1290
Ste followed him out of the bathroom but then
suddenly stopped and looked at him, asking, “Can you speak at all?”
Joan did tell her that it was only because he was a quiet person, but Ste still found his behavior too
suspicious.
How could someone who could speak be this quiet?
The man said nothing. He approached her, gently took her hand, and tried to scribble a word on her
palm.
Ste found it too ticklish, so she quickly withdrew her hand.
The man seemed to realize that he had offended her
somehow, so he did nothing after that.
Ste rubbed her wrists as she continued to observe him,
but all she could see was a blurry shadow.
“If you don’t want to speak,” she told him, “I’ll try to minimize my interactions with you… I hope I didn’t
offend you, but I just don’t feelfortable about this.”
After a long while, she could hear the man softly mumbling, “Mm.”
Ste froze for a moment. She turned her gaze toward the blurry figure of the man.
Ste had always been perceptive to sounds. She was a musician, after all and she could easily
distinguish the difference in everyone’s voices.
And the man’s voice reminded her of a certain someone.
But she shook her head and discarded these thoughts from her mind.
Perhaps she was only reminded of him because thoughts about him had been popping up in her mind
quite often in the past couple of days.
This man was Joan’s son. How could he have anything to do with Weston?
Having lived together for a few days, the two eventually got along.
The man would use a special device tomunicate with Ste. He would type the words that he
wanted to say, and the software of the device would speak the words for him. This way, he managed to
communicate pretty smoothly with Ste.
[I’m sorry, I can’t speak to you for some reason, so I have
to resort to this. I hope it’s not too inconvenient.]
The device had a deep, cold, and mechanical voice of an unemotional male.
“It’s fine,” Ste nodded. “You’re Joan’s son, and she used to take very good care of me.”
[But I still want to thank you for causing you trouble.]
And so that was how theymunicated, and it went surprisingly smoothly too. Ste could not see, and
he could not speak, yet their interaction was strangely effective.
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him.
She could not go anywhere now, so she had to spend all her time ying the piano at home. But though
she could not see now, she had long been familiar with the keys on the piano and had no problem
ying beautiful music without using her sight.
The man would stand beside her, appreciating the music without making a noise and not doing anything
to disrupt such a beautiful scene.
He would stay that way until she was done ying when he would approach her and use his device to
ask her, [Do
you need my help to get up?]
Ste would nod and lean against him to stand up, and they would then take a walk in the garden.
They had started to chat freely with each other now, but most of the time, it would be the man asking
Ste a question and her replying to him.
Perhaps it was because she had lost her sight, but her other senses had be sharper now. At times
like these, she had a sudden urge to talk to someone about what had happened to her in the past.
It was only natural for human beings to desire to speak with someone.
Now that she had apanion who was quiet and eager to listen, Ste felt that getting along with this
man was a breeze, and she began to talk freely about her past with him.
After a while, the man used the cold, mechanical voice of his device to ask her, [So, have youpletely
moved on from Weston Ford?]
She guessed that he must have heard about what happened between her and Weston from Joan, so she
did not shy away from the subject and bluntly answered,
((
It’s all in the past now anyway, so why shouldn’t I move on from him?”
The man made no response. After a long silence, he finally replied, “Okay.”
Night fell quickly after that