Chapter 287


    “Onlyst night, when I went to pay the utility bills did the property management tell me you’re the


    owner of this house. I had no idea you were the one renting it to


    Us.”


    Arabe always used to say it was a friend’s house and the rent was dirt cheap.


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    She felt so ashamed.


    She lowered her head as she said this, then quickly burst intoughter. “You’ve been helping me non–


    stop, pushing me to the top, showing me a whole new world! So, I’ve decided, I’m sticking with you,


    learning the ropes!”


    Despite her outstanding performance in the contest, many praised her as the new up–anding


    designer, the next “Maestro Stylish“.


    Only she knew that it’s all thanks to Arabe’s help that she could create such stunning designs, win


    the championship, boost her fame, and win over so many fans.


    The real deal here was Arabe!


    Without Arabe, she wouldn’t be where she was now!


    “I’m giving you three months,” Arabe said with a smile. “After that, you go back and run your own


    “Three months?”


    She had hoped to learn from Arabe for three, five, or even ten years.


    “Three months is plenty for you.” Arabe believed she was a bright one: “You’re super smart and full


    of ideas; you’re definitely going to shine in the design world.” Molly looked at her, full of gratitude.


    “Your sry is all settled, and you have a ce to live; I’ll take that key back.”


    “Thank you, Ms. Bet!”


    “Call me Arabe when it’s just the two of us.”


    All this time, Arabe had treated her as a friend; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped her so much.


    Molly said gratefully and joyfully, “Arabe, I’m so d I met you!”


    Ever since she met Arabe, her life had taken a drastic turn,pletely different from before!


    After a full–on day.


    After work, Romeo took Arabe back to Moon Vi.


    The marigolds had been nted, stretching as far as the eye could see.


    The pink and white flowers surrounding theke under the setting sun looked like a fairnd.


    It seemed never–ending–a sea of pink and white flowers wherever she looked.


    Romeo held Arabe from behind, whispering in her ear, “I have a surprise for you.”


    A surprise?


    This beautiful sea of flowers was already a surprise for her.


    What other surprises could there be?


    Romeo covered her eyes with one hand and held her waist with the other, whispering a countdown in


    her ear.


    Counting down from three to one, he slowly let go.


    Arabe looked up to see thousands of butterflies dancing among the flowers.


    So many butterflies?


    Where did theye from?


    Was it magic?


    “Do you like it?”


    It was something Romeo had prepared in advance; the colorful butterflies flew out of the bag, dancing


    in the beautiful sea of flowers like a beautiful painting.


    “I love it.” Arabe’s eyes were filled with the beautiful view and happiness; she smiled, “I really love


    it.”


    “As long as you like it, I can catch them for you to see every day.” Romeo held her even tighter.


    Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay for dinner these two days.


    Otherwise, he could have prepared another surprise for her and spent more time with her.


    Arabe spotted a transparent round ss house among the flowers with a top–notch crystal piano


    inside.


    She could tell it was a well–known international piano brand, worth thirty million.


    “Do you want to hear me y the piano?”


    Arabe walked into the ss house and yed an improvised, beautiful piano piece for him.


    Romeo watched her beautiful face as she yed; her exquisite features softened his gaze even more.


    Her slender fingers freely switching on the keys–every move, every expression–were iparably


    beautiful,


    After the song ended, Romeo leaned over and kissed her, saying, “That was beautiful.


    He heard her voice in the song; she was happy at this moment.


    Romeo sat down and said, “I’ll y one for you too.”


    Arabe was somewhat surprised. He can y the piano too?


    Watching his fingers dance nimbly on the keys, even though it was improvised, it sounded no less


    professional.


    His piano skills surprised Arabe slightly; this familiar feeling reminded her of the well–known piano


    prodigy from a few years ago, Mr. Star.


    Mr. Star never showed his face when he yed; only his hands were shown. They were lean and


    good–looking, but one could tell he was a young boy.


    On the inte, there were only three videos of Mr. Star’s performances, one released each year.


    Arabe remembered every detail and every piano technique clearly.


    Unfortunately, he stopped releasing videos a few years ago; his fans waited for years, the hype


    gradually faded, and then Melody became the new fan favorite.


    It seemed like Mr. Star was slowly being forgotten.


    After the song ended, Arabe looked up and asked, “Are you Mr. Star?”


    Romeo was somewhat surprised, just from watching him y, this young girl knew who he was.


    She was really smart.


    “Mr. Star has good–looking hands,” Arabe added.


    Romeo smiled and asked, “What about the person himself?”


    What kind of question was that?


    “It’s fine, beingplimented by you, even if it’s just my hands; it makes me happy and satisfied.”


    Romeo lowered his head and gently kissed her. “This is a song Iposed for you, called ‘Renai


    Cirction“.”


    Arabe’s eyes softened even more.


    Romeo sent the song to her phone, saying, “I recorded this in advance; it’s for you.”


    The song was romantic and beautiful, expressing his love for her.


    Arabe could hear his voice; he was really saying, I love you,


    Romeo saw the sun setting; it was getting dark. He had to take her home.


    He heard her brother was back these two days; she had to go home for dinner. Although he was


    reluctant, Romeo still respected her decision.


    In the car, Romeo gently applied medicine for her, saying, “Be careful when you shower; don’t get it


    wet.”


    “Okay.”


    “You don’t need to change the dressing tonight; I’ll help you change it when I take you to work


    tomorrow.”


    “Alright.”


    Arabe watched his careful manner, feeling a warmth in her heart.


    Butler Derek noticed something special about Arabe’s piano–ying skills. She was as good as the


    boss, no doubt about it.


    Her style was kind of like Melody’s.


    H


    Thinking about how Melody yed the piano, then recalling Ms. Be’s performance just now.


    The more Derek thought about it, the more it seemed to add up. Finally, he couldn’t resist asking Carl.


    When he found out Ms. Be was actually the internationally renowned Maestro Melody and


    remembered how she saved lives twice before,


    Derek was dumbstruck and deeply impressed. Who would have thought that Ms. Be’s hands could


    not only save lives but also create beautiful music?


    Most importantly, she was so young and stunningly beautiful. The boss sure hit the jackpot!


    Two dayster.