"Hands that play the piano don't belong in the kitchen."
Her hands are suited for the elegant piano, not the smoky scent of the kitchen.
There are many sharp objects there, and it's easy for her soft and fragile hands to get hurt.
His words made Summer Shawcross involuntarily lift her head to look at him, but upon seeing the expression on that handsome face, she paused for a moment, not knowing why her heart suddenly tightened at his gaze...
Was she imagining things? She actually saw gentleness on his otherwise emotionless face...
"Really...? Then... Should a bird that belongs in the blue sky be imprisoned in a luxurious cage?" She turned her head to look at the river not far away, a hint of loss on her face.
In her previous life, she hated him for the misunderstanding that he caused her family's death. She detested his domineering, ruthless nature, and that dreadful need for control!
