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Chapter 8 The New Teacher

  • "Hello, I am Wynette Yancey," she responded politely.
  • "I am the butler of the Ziegler Family. I'll take you inside now; our young miss is waiting for you," the butler led the way immediately.
  • Wynette paused, bewildered—Ziegler Family?
  • Ms. Halt hadn't mentioned this detail, and she hadn't asked for specifics.
  • Fortunately, this wasn't Frederick's house, but she knew this was the house of Frederick's grandfather.
  • Years ago, she had met Old Mr. Ziegler once before her planned marriage to Frederick. He was a formidable figure who commanded respect without uttering a word.
  • She hesitated at the door; the butler looked back at her. "What are you waiting for? Come in."
  • Taking a deep breath, Wynette figured since she was already there, she couldn't back out now. Perhaps Old Mr. Ziegler had long forgotten what she looked like.
  • She followed the butler into the living room.
  • "Wait here, I'll go upstairs and call our young miss," the butler told her.
  • She nodded slightly. "Okay."
  • The living room was quiet, devoid of other people.
  • At the far end, next to a floor-to-ceiling window, stood a white piano, where she would likely be teaching the Zieglers' young miss.
  • Drawn to the piano, Wynette couldn't resist sitting down and instinctively began to play a famous piece.
  • Hudson returned home to the sound of piano music, which made him ask a nearby servant, "Do we have a new teacher today?"
  • "Yes, Mr. Hudson, the new teacher just arrived."
  • Listening to the fluid and melodious music, he knew it wasn't Madison playing—this must be the new teacher.
  • Madison had already gone through four or five piano teachers, each dismissed by Raelyn for not being able to teach her properly.
  • He wondered if this new teacher could stay.
  • He walked into the living room, naturally turning his gaze towards the window.
  • A woman sat at the piano, absorbed in her music, unaware of his presence.
  • The light from outside bathed her in a soft glow, and when he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat.
  • It was her!
  • Lost in the music she played, Wynette forgot everything around her.
  • After finishing the piece, she was still in a daze when she heard a deep, resonant male voice behind her, "Well played."
  • Startled, she quickly stood up, only to bump into the man who was now just behind her. She stumbled backward, about to fall, when a strong arm reached out to steady her by the waist.
  • His large hand on her waist, even through her clothes, made her feel a heat that sent her heart into disarray.
  • She looked up, meeting his inscrutable dark eyes, and for a moment, forgot to move. Why did his eyes look so familiar? Where had I seen them before?
  • Hudson looked at the woman who suddenly froze before him. Did she recognize me?
  • That night, he had worn a mask that was covered in blood, which must have made her think he was a villain.
  • Now, he simply noted how slender her waist was and her subtle fragrance, reminiscent of something from long ago.
  • His gaze shifted to the necklace around her neck, the pendant obscured by her clothing. Was it the dark jade ring?
  • "Hudson, what are you... doing?" Raelyn and her daughter, coming downstairs, saw this scene, a chill creeping into her gaze.
  • She stared coldly at Wynette. Was this new piano teacher trying to seduce my man so soon?
  • It seemed she couldn't stay either!
  • Wynette, hearing the voice, immediately pushed the man away, quickly saying, "Thank you."
  • She was annoyed at herself for zoning out. Was there something enchanting about this man?
  • Hudson withdrew his hand, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness. "What's your name?" he asked.