In the face of Peter’s questioning, Alvin was calm and collected.
With eyes closed, swaying to the rhythmic melody of the piano, immersed in the long river of music, extremely enjoyable.
Peter saw that he did not say anything, lit a cigarette, sat down on the side and did not squeak.
After a few minutes, a piano piece of Richard Clayderman’s “Dream Wedding” ended under Alvin’s fingertips.
He put his hands on the keys and slowly opened his eyes, “Why did you end your relationship with Adri in this way?”
Peter lifted his eyelids, “Or what?”
What better way is there?
Peter was really surprised.
“There are times when what you like is not what Adri likes, and you will only make it more impossible for her to get over you. In fact, there is another way you can try.”
Alvin looked back at him, “Do you know Obren?”
“Obren I looked for, their patriarch seems to have a grudge against The Alston family and is unwilling to help.” Peter flicked the cigarette ash, a frustrated sigh.
“You can think of things the other way around.”
“The other way around?”
Peter’s eyebrows are knitted together, and his obscure eyes are fixed on Alvin, only for a moment before his eyes light up and he understands what he means.
“Obren’s people will be in Waverly in the next couple of days, so we might as well meet up.” He continued.
Knock Knock-
At that moment, the room door rang.
“Come in.”
Alvin said.
Someone pushed the door, walked in, took a look at Alvin, his face was slightly sunken, glanced at Peter sitting next to him, and suddenly smiled, “Peter is here too?”
“Hello, auntie.”
Mrs. Grant was dressed in a tight cheongsam, with a light makeup on her well-kept face and gold earrings, and she was well-groomed with her hands and feet, showing her noblewomanly temperament.
Behind her, Brenda followed.
“Peter, you are just in time. You help me to persuade Alvin this child, are not young age, also do not know why, every day do not want to get married. Take a look at Brenda, she’s a good girl, she’s nice, she’s a good girl. He insisted on not agreeing.”
Mrs. Grant sighs and frowns.
No one would have expected that The Grant Family would be willing to marry Brenda, regardless of her birth, and that it would be Alvin who refused.
“Auntie, the matter of relationship is not a child’s play? If Alvin doesn’t like Miss Yang, it’s a sign of irresponsibility even if we get married.”
Peter’s stern gaze swept over Brenda, who was standing behind Mrs. Grant, and sized her up, his face not looking very good.
“Eh?”
Mrs. Grant wanted Peter to persuade Alvin, but instead she kept helping Alvin. She sighed, “You kids are really the same. There’s nothing I can do about you.”
“Mom!”
Alvin stood up, looked at Brenda with indifference and said, “I promise to marry her. But my condition is to resign from The Grant Family Company and go to the mountains to teach. I will not come back. Ask her if she agrees, and if she does, I’ll marry her.”
“You shut up! What nonsense, and go to the deep mountains to teach, as thin as you are, you have no hands, the conditions there are difficult, you can bear it?”
As a mother herself, Mrs. Grant was skeptical.
“I know myself better than anyone else.”
Alvin lifted his chin slightly, not giving an inch, “You should ask her if Brenda can take it!”
“I can!”
Just as Mrs. Grant was about to argue with Alvin, Brenda immediately said, “It’s okay for you to teach in the mountains, I will visit you often. I’ll visit you often, and I’ll do some public service for the children there, and help those poor children with you.”
Brenda is very good at talking, and her voice is gentle and nice, giving people a quiet and beautiful feeling.
It was that look that won Mrs. Grant’s heart and she was very fond of her.
Alvin’s brother was terminally ill and needed a bone marrow transplant, and by coincidence, Brenda’s bone marrow was a successful match for his brother.
“Look, I told you, Brenda is a great kid. How nice that after you get married, Brenda supports you in whatever you want to do.”
Mrs. Grant’s lips were concealing a smile when she spoke, which showed how much she liked Brenda.
Alvin’s face was expressionless, his complex eyes locked with Brenda’s for a moment, “Good.”
After spitting out a word to Brenda, she said to Mrs. Grant, “I will go to the office tomorrow to submit my resignation. You guys go out, I still have something to say to Peter.”
“Okay, you guys talk.”
As long as Alvin agrees to marry Brenda, everything will be fine.
Mrs. Grant nodded, took Brenda’s hand, and followed her out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Peter asked directly, “Did you really just say yes?”
Others don’t know Alvin’s mind, but how can Peter not understand?
The one person Alvin has always liked is Adri.
Although this is the most can’t happen between brothers, naive chance coincidence. So this matter is not who is right and who is wrong.
“If you don’t want to marry Brenda, there’s nothing you can’t do if you just say the word.”
A netizen, despite the fact that he is now entering the acting world, is also a minor minion who is not on the stage.
Alvin sat helplessly in his chair, reached out and touched the piano beside him, his fingers rubbing the keys in thought.
It took a while before Fang said, “It’s good.”
Good or bad, Alvin knows it in his heart.
He likes Adriana, but with Adriana two people have a destiny, even if it is not looking for a marriage partner now and what can be.
It would be better to marry Brenda and maybe one day really like her.
It is important that Alvin does not want to put invisible pressure on Adriana.
“Or what I said earlier, marriage is not a child’s play, think it over before you say it.” Peter persuaded once again.
Alvin smiled bitterly, “It’s better to mind your own business first.”
…
Mayato Tea House.
Adriana sat in the box and looked at a middle-aged man, Felli, sitting across from her.
Pushing the case in his hand in front of him, “Hello, sir, it’s really presumptuous to make a sudden visit. I came here today to ask if this information is yours?”
The man named Felli picked up the information, looked at it carefully, and couldn’t help but knit both eyebrows, “I … how did my examination report come to be in your hands?”
At that, Adriana’s eyebrows furrowed, “So, the report is really yours?”
She was puzzled, and after talking to the old man for a while, Adriana was able to confirm that the case was really his.
More than half an hour later, Adriana walked out of the teahouse with a bitterly cold air and cold, chilly cheeks, like a ghost with suppressed anger.
Aaren and Giovanny both looked at each other and said something bad.
Follow up and drive away.
On the way, Aaren asked tentatively, “Ms. Hale, what did the old man say?”
Adriana leaned back, eyes closed, who knows what she was thinking.
The words are not spoken, so that people can not guess the mind, but know that she is in an extremely bad mood.