Chapter 883 Desperate


    “Just what the heck is missing?” Tessa stared at her manuscript, baffled.


    She didn’t think there was any problem with the allegro melody at the beginning, or the trill to lento at the end. Even so, she trusted her musicality more. After all, she had an acute sense of musicality. If she thought something wasn’t right, there was definitely something she had overlooked or was unaware of.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    Because of this, the time she spent in the study would drag longer by the day.


    Fortunately, Nichs would punctually enter the study every night to urge her to bed.


    However, Tessa only grew more irritable as the concert date drew closer, for she still didn’t have a piece she could present.


    Of course, these changes didn’t go unnoticed by Nichs and Timothy, and they were naturally distressed by it.


    That night, Timothy locked his brows into a deep furrow when he saw his sister locking herself in the study again right after dinner.


    “Nichs, are you not going to do something about this? If Tess keeps this up, she’ll get sick eventually.” He fixed his gaze at his brother-inw sitting across from him, displeased.


    “Who said I’m not going to do anything?” Nichs retorted inly with an indifferent nce.


    At midnight, Nichs brought a ss of milk to the study. Before he could knock on the door, he heard Tessa’s somewhat infuriating bellow. “Damn it! What the heck is the problem?!”


    He pushed the door open gently to find a disarranged study; rejected sheet music and materials were strewn all over the floor, and his frustrated wife sat behind therge desk, grabbing her head with both hands.


    At that, he walked over lightly and handed her the ss of milk while dissuading, “Don’t force yourself if you can’t figure out what’s wrong.”


    “When did youe in, Nichs?” Tessa looked up in surprise.


    “I came in while you were pulling on your hair,” he answered with a smile.


    Tessa’s face flushed crimson upon hearing so. Doesn’t that mean he saw me freaking out?! Sh*t, my image is ruined!


    Nichs chuckled at the sight of his dear wife’s constantly-changing expression and pulled her into his arms. “You’re stunning to me no matter when,” he cooed while riveting his gaze at her.


    His words were like honey doused on her heart, making her feel loved. It even alleviated the frustration she had been feeling because of the piece.


    “You’re such a smooth-talker. Alright, enough talking. I still haven’t gotten my piece down. You should go ahead and get to bed.” She tried to leave Nichs’ embrace as she spoke, but the man had no intention of letting his wife go.


    “What is it?” Tessa looked up at him quizzically.


    “Let’s call it a day and get some rest.”


    “But my piece—”


    “I know you’re anxious about getting your piece done. However, pushing yourself like this will only backfire.” Nichs cut her off and advised, “I think you should take some time off and rx. Tomorrow happens to be the weekend. Since you don’t have to go to the orchestra, I’ll take you out for some fresh air. Who knows, you might get inspired by the end of the day.”


    Tessa hesitated for a moment but agreed in the end.


    Nichs wasn’t wrong, for she had been pushing herself too much. It was time she took a breather.


    Besides, she had been so preupied with work that she hadn’t taken time off to spend with her family since they came.


    Meanwhile, inside the suburb mansion, Rorion was chatting with Susan. “Aren’t you in desperate need of an instructor? Why haven’t you contacted Hathaway yet?”


    “Can’t you see, Daddy? Approaching her eagerly will only make me look desperate, and her impression of me will not improve. On the contrary, it will be different if I ignore her for a few days.”


    When it came to Hathaway, Susan knew her like the back of her hand.


    “Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing.” Rorion nodded at that.


    …


    The following day, Susan gave Hathaway a call as soon as she stirred.