Chapter 135 - 135 135. She Moved His Heart

135 135. She Moved His Heart

Clara screamed and covered her ears. Tears suddenly flooded her face.

“Stop!” Clara screamed in pain.

However, it was as if Clara’s screams were not heard by Samuel. Samuel continued to play his piano fast, not caring about his surroundings. His face was tense and angry. His eyes are bloodshot. Sweat dripped down his temples, cheeks, and nape of his neck.

“Stop!” Clara shouted again.

When she realized that Samuel didn’t hear her, that’s when Clara immediately stepped closer to Samuel. She hugged the man who was immersed in his music, trying to stop whatever he was doing. She held him to her chest and pulled him into her tenderness, making Samuel’s fingers slip away from the piano keys.

Clara’s intoxicating scent like summer cherries wafted into Samuel’s nose, making the owner of the emerald green eyes return to reality. He realized that he was not playing music for Clara, but for himself.

“Sorry! I …,” said Samuel who looked dazed.

“What was that?” asked Clara with a look of pity. Panic and confusion.

“That … I arranged it myself two months ago. Was that so bad?” asked Samuel worriedly.

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Clara gulped. She couldn’t say that Samuel’s music was bad. She just couldn’t bear the sadness playing in Samuel’s music. It all made her remember all the sadness that hit her.

“I just immediately thought of how shit my life is!” said Clara without a smile.

Realizing the tears on Clara’s cheeks, Samuel asked her for permission to wipe them away. “Can I?” he asked hesitantly.

Clara smiled. She brought Samuel’s hand to her cheek, asking him to wipe away her tears. She didn’t know him. However, for some reason, having him as an escape made her feel at ease.

While Samuel’s long fingers stroked Clara’s smooth cheeks, the woman wiped the sweat on the side of Samuel’s face with her fingers. This made him feel the same way that she felt. Their hearts moved.

“Are you broken-hearted?” asked Clara curiously. Even though Samuel’s face indicated that he was indeed heartbroken, the question still left her lips.

“That’s it,” Samuel said hoarsely. “She’s someone’s wife. I shouldn’t have expected her.”

“Wow,” Clara said, raising her eyebrows. “What a terrible love affair you have. She loves you?”

Embarrassed, Samuel shook his head. “They only married because of family business matters. Her husband already has a girlfriend, but he left his girlfriend. I didn’t expect them to maintain their love even though her husband was broke.”

“Great. They love each other. You’re the bastard!” Clara said as she hit Samuel’s chest.

“I’m such an asshole,” Samuel said. “I just don’t know what to do because I fell in love at first sight.”

“Poor you, your love is unrequited.”

“Right.” Samuel laughed wryly.

“You’re handsome. Don’t act like a hopeless person,” Clara said laughing.

“You as well. How is your relationship with the man who was looking for you that night?” asked Samuel, he still remembered that when Clara kissed him, a man was looking for her. “You dumped him already?”

Clara responded by tightening her lips and shaking her head. “My father ... our family doesn’t want this marriage to be canceled,” Clara whispered.

Samuel laughed sarcastically. What Clara said wasn’t very convincing to Samuel. “You love him, that’s why you don’t break up right?” He guessed, accusing her.

“I loved him, but he impregnated another woman,” Clara complained, laughing bitterly. She looked away from him. “The problems are much more complicated than that.”

“What an asshole,” Samuel commented angrily.

Clara swallowed heavily, then looked away from Samuel. No one spoke, no sound. Only the sound of the wind blowing softly against the window made the night less still.

“Too confusing. I don’t even know what I should do,” Clara whispered in a weak murmur. Then she said again, “Why don’t you play something fun?”

He smiled lightly. “That’s a better option.”

Clara then took a position to stand next to Samuel, leaning against the side of the piano. She felt comfortable when Samuel started playing the keys, playing music that calmed her heart. Washing away Clara’s feelings, as well as her body.

Unknowingly, Clara’s hands and feet were moving on their own, swaying, moving according to the rhythm. Her beautiful body which was wrapped in a tight top and pencil pants looked even more beautiful as she swayed to and fro.

Samuel’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to see the beauty presented before him. Beautiful bend. Even though she was not as skilled as a professional ballerina, her beautiful body and gorgeous face made her moves look perfect.

“She can dance apparently,” whispered Samuel to himself.

Samuel gulped. He remembered that he had not spent a night with a woman in a long time. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get through the night without struggling.

Samuel’s darkened eyes followed Clara’s every move. The longer the more drifting in her charm. He really wanted to touch her.

Before long, Samuel stood up from his seat and moved quickly to leave the piano. His hand reached for a shocked Clara as he joins her in the dance.

“You startled me,” Clara protested.

“You too. You didn’t say you were good at dancing,” whispered Samuel in a hoarse voice.

“Only compulsory lessons since childhood,” Clara answered with a smile. She enjoyed Samuel’s swings. Their movements were in sync. “Is there a problem?”

Samuel didn’t answer, he just stretched Clara’s body, then pulled her back into his arms. The two of them danced in rhythm, without hesitation and awkwardness.

Movement after movement they did, until their faces were only an inch apart.

It was then, Samuel whispered in a hoarse voice, “I forgot to say, that I like women who are good at dancing.”

Samuel’s whisper seemed to bewitch Clara. Those dark emerald eyes stared at her intensely. Her face blushed.

“Your dance is very exciting foreplay for me,” Samuel whispered. “We were both wounded. Why don’t I help you lick your wound and so do you?”