40 Beethoven and âJingle Bellsâ
The big wall clock alongside them made a regular sound. The air reeked off a faint smell of cigars that came from Joseph.
This special smell mixed with his evil and aggressive male aura, which made Isabella extremely nervous.
âLast night...â Joseph said.
âIf you want to smoke, let me help you!â
Before Joseph could speak, Isabella interrupted him, being afraid that Joseph would mention the fact that she hit him.
âMy grandfather doesnât allow me to smoke in your presence.â
Joseph tilted his eyes and sneered, âIsabella, you really want to set me up every second...â
âNo!â
Isabella hurriedly denied, âHow could I be so immoral? I didnât know that Charlie is so upright! Donât think so badly of me! Take it easy!â
.....
âTake it easy...â Joseph snorted coldly, âTake what easy? Well, you remind me. Since Iâm bored, why donât we have something exciting?â
âExciting?â
Isabella paused. An arm hooked around her and she was pulled into Josephâs embrace.
âNo smoking, no talking. You happen to be a woman. It looks like we can only do one thing in the ten minutes.â
After saying that, he directly held Isabellaâs head and kissed her...
âOh!â
Isabella goggled at Joseph in disbelief. What he meant was ... sex?
Holy shit. This scoundrel was kissing her hard on purpose!
Half a minute later, Isabella finally pushed Joseph away. âWhat are you doing? What if someone sees us?â
âCan we do it if nobody sees us?â
Joseph stared straight at Isabellaâs red and swollen lips with his cold eyes, âGerry wonât let anyone enter the room without my permission.â
Isabella blushed, âOf course we canât! This is school and there are a lot of people outside! You....â
Before Isabella could finish her protest, she was suddenly pressed down on the sofa by Joseph who had lost his patience.
âIsabella! How dare you yell at me? You sit beside me for at least three minutes, yet you donât mention anything about last night! You hit me. Donât you remember?â
Sure enough, he still remembered that.
âIâm sorry! That was a misunderstanding!â
Isabellaâs advantage was that she knew when to eat humble pie and when to hold her head high. Thus, she immediately begged for mercy, âYou want to drown me! I just want to save myself! Iâm afraid that youâll kill me in anger. Everyone has a desire to survive. What I did is just a normal personâs reaction!â
Hearing this, Josephâs gaze darkened before he finally let go of Isabella.
â....â
Isabella let out a long sigh of relief as she sat up. However, her leg was still on Josephâs waist. It seemed that he could something to her at any time, so she didnât dare to move.
She thought for a moment and carefully diverted Josephâs attention. âIt was my fault yesterday. Will you forgive me? Iâll play the piano and sing to you to help you kill this boring ten minutes?â
After a moment of silence, Joseph finally gave way to her.
Isabella was delighted, âWhat do you want to hear? I donât know much. If thereâs no special request, Iâll play some happy songs.â
Joseph picked up the teacup and brushed away the tea leaves gracefully and arrogantly. He said coldly, âWhatever you want.â
Isabella knew clearly that Charlie could go into this room at any time and Joseph would not really do anything to her for about ten minutes...
However, Josephâs expression was so cold that it seemed he would kill someone in any minute.
Isabella was afraid of him. Every minute with him was a torture.
Therefore, she thought of a way to spend the ten minutes when she saw the grand piano next to her.
âWell, then Iâll start.â
Isabella sat by the piano and then cleared her throat. âJingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way....â
âWhat?â
Before Joseph could drank his tea, he said angrily, âIsabella!â
âWhat ... whatâs wrong?â
Isabella was frightened and stopped moving. She really didnât know why Joseph suddenly blew cold. She hurriedly said, âYou donât like this? I can play another one! âThree Little Kittensâ? âOld MacDonald Had a Farmâ?â
Joseph stared at Isabella as if he had seen a ghost. Isabella couldnât help but tremble. She was so scared that she cried, âThen what do you want to hear? Why donât you just choose you like?â
âYou did it on purpose, didnât you?â
Joseph shouted, âPlay a world famous song for me! Beethoven! Mozart! If you canât play them, then play the nearest pop song! If you dare to insult my intelligence with these retarded things again, no one can save you!â
âBeethoven? Mozart?â
Isabella said with a dejected face, âSo you like this kind of classy music, but I canât. My mother used to teach children music, and all that I can play are childrenâs songs!â
âYou...â
Josephâs handsome face turned red from anger, and he clenched his fists.
Probably no one had ever let him suffer like this. He stood up and walked over. Isabella screamed in fear and was pulled aside by him. âGet lost!â
âMy ass!â
Isabella was swung to the side and her butt hit the piano hard. She winced in pain and couldnât help but have tears in her eyes. She felt wronged.
Whatâs wrong with childrenâs songs? How could Joseph insult people like this? Rosaâs early childhood music education had always been highly respected.
Before she could finish cursing, she heard a smooth and powerful piano piece flowing out from Josephâs fingertips...
âThat sounds good...â
Isabellaâs eyes widened in shock. Seeing Josephâs slender and powerful fingers jump on black and white keyboards swiftly and orderly, she had forgotten all her complaint.
âThe third Chapter of Beethovenâs âFate Symphonyâ.â
Playing the piano seemed to delight Joseph. He explained, âMy personal favorite piece of music.â
Joseph indulged himself in the music, looking solemn. After taking off his suit, he was only in a black shirt.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bronze forearm.
The golden diamond watch and the ruby ring on his pinky finger danced along with his hand, giving off an enchanting radiance.
Isabella swallowed and secretly glanced at Joseph.
He closed his eyes and didnât need to look at the keys at all. His face was handsome and charming. His waist was straight and elegant. His collar was open with two buttons, revealing his sexy apple and collarbone. His black hair gently swayed as he moved...
Isabella had discovered the fact that Joseph was very handsome long ago.
But normally, he was evil, cold, domineering, and arrogant.
All the disparaging words for arrogance and rudeness didnât seem to go too far on him, so he was not well-liked.
But when he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed music, those things disappeared.
He was like a real prince, elegant, noble, charming...