Chapter 68: Life Without Him

Two years later...

Sitting alone in the corner of the seafood shop, I peeled the shells of the shrimps carefully, putting them on the plate in front of me, still intact. The waiter brought me another plate of shrimp and took away the empty one.

"Can I help you?" A very polite voice said beside me. I shook my head and continued to peel the shrimp. As I glanced sideways, I noticed a strange man sitting opposite me. He was wearing a light grey shirt, and he was charming and confident.

"Sorry!" I reminded him seriously. "That seat is reserved' He is just leaving for the toilet and is coming back soon."

"He has been three hours?" he looked at me with alert eyes and said, "He won't come back, or he would have been here."

Suddenly, tears welled up. I bit my lip, weeping, and said firmly, "He will."

He gave a slight sigh and said, "Your hand is bleeding."

"It's chili sauce," I told him.

It numbed my broken heart temporarily when salt and pepper seeped into the wound, it hurts so much. I was also hurting on the inside. He picked up the wine and put it to his lips quietly, then ate the shrimps on the plate slowly. It was a graceful sound' he sat there and had lunch with me.

I watched him eating, the tears blurring my sight. I went back to the time when Jonathan tasted the wine and had the shrimp I peeled for him and gently smiled at me.

"Is it delicious? Enough? "I asked in a low voice, with my eyes fixed on him, for fear of disturbing him. He stared at me and nodded in silence. I reached out towards the back of his hand.

As tears rolled down my eyes, it was clear, and I realized that there was a strange man who as sitting opposite me. Feeling disappointed, I was in despair. I tried to control myself and took deep breaths to calm myself down.

"I'm sorry... "I was about to withdraw my hands when he grabbed my wrist. Then he looked at my fingers and shook his head. I examined his features; he was less than thirty years old, handsome, had a confident yet unarrogant air.

However, I don't remember if I had ever met him before. He spotted the blank look in my eye, was a little surprised, then he hinted to me, "We have met before when I invited you for dinner, but you said you were on a diet."

"Oh." I nodded and pulled my hands away.

"Remember?" he asked.

"I tell that to every man who invited me out for dinner," I told him.

He looked at me in astonishment for a moment, shaking his head with a reluctant smile' probably for two reasons: first, due to a low IQ, he was poor at social interaction. Secondly, he had never experienced being rejected by a woman, so it was beyond his expectation to be refused.

"I'm Shawn Donovan…" When he saw the confusion on my face, he took out his visitors' card from his pocket and handed it to me. I glanced at it and noticed that he was the executive manager of an entertainment company.

Half a month ago, I attended a charity show. After the performance, he greeted me, and we chatted for a while. Later someone from his company intended to sign a contract with me, but I declined it.

He saw that I did not speak, and continued, "Both your music and your smile are pleasant. I am sure you have a gentle heart, unexpectedly, you are so amazing," he said.

"Thank you for the compliment," I said. If he knew all about me, he would realize that I was not so gentle!

I was in a terrible mood that day, was always looking down at my watch, and was bothered by his words. Then I said, "Excuse me, it's time for my job." I called the waiter who told me the lunch had already been paid for.

"Thank you!" I said and stood up. I felt dizzy suddenly, and I steadied my feet when holding the table.

He got up immediately, "Where are you going? I will take you." He said as he was busy getting up."

"No!" I said.

My life had many ups and downs' but now it was peaceful, and I was successful. My teacher recommended a music academy to me after listening to my songs, Butterfly. The next day, he called me to say that he had contacted the school, and if I passed the English entrance exam, I would be admitted. I had to take the exam twice before I finally passed.

The professor always admired me as being one of the most talented students. However, complex music was or strict his requirements were, I could perform my music perfectly the next day. In fact, he didn't know that it wasn't talent.

I just spent every night on the piano. How couldn't I play it well?