Chapter 1394
Though she got talent, she was no way going to nail it just by hearing it once, not even a genius could do that.
Yasmine paused, fixing her gaze on Chloe, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Chloe, you’re not…”
Chloe was startled. “I just thought the piece was interesting and memorized it after hearing it for the first time. I’m just a bit smart, that’s all. What are you getting at?”
Yasmine, poker–faced, replied coldly, “I heard about an experiment on the human brain. It suggested that our memory capacity is limited. If you want to remember more important stuff, you need to forcefully erase some memories from your brain. The idea is just nuts. How can you forcefully erase memory? Is it dangerous? Will there be side effects? Can those so–called scientists guarantee that?”
Chloe gripped the music sheet tightly. “You’re overthinking. What has that got to do with us?”
Yasmine fell silent for a moment. Seeming to agree, she glanced at the music sheet in Chloe’s hand, and said, “Go to the study and find a clip to hold it. Don’t lose on the way home again. I only have this one copy. If you make me remember it again, it’ll give me a headache.”
This piece was a memory from her childhood. For many years, her memory of this piece was blank. Now, recalling every note from memory was extremely difficult for her. If she had to do it again, saying it would give her a headache would be an understatement.
Chloe nodded, took the music sheet, and went to the study. There seemed to be no spare clips on the desk. Chloe opened the filing cabinet, only to find no spare folders either.
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The neatly arranged folders and various financial and management books in the cabinet made Chloe shake her head. If we were talking about strong women, probably no one in the world could compare to her mother. Just looking at those gave her a headache.
Closing the cabinet door, Chloe went to the desk, rummaged around, and finally found a spare folder in the drawer. But as she picked up the empty folder and was about to close the drawer, she noticed a piece of paper lying flat under the folder, with something clearly drawn on it.
Curious, she picked up the paper and took a closer look.
“What?”
She seemed to have found something, squinted, and brought the paper closer.
On the paper were two circular objects. They seemed to be bracelets or anklets. Since they were just drawn on paper, Chloe couldn’t determine what they were based on scale. From the outside, they seemed to be inlaid with many fancy and precious jewels.
However, this was not the point. The key was the pattern on the inner side of the two circular objects. It looked very familiar.
The Queen…
These letters were in a fancy design. The lines, and the style. Chloe was very familiar with them.
Two…
A pair…
Chloe raised her eyebrows and put the paper back in the drawer. Maybe these were gifts that her mother personally designed for her unborn twins. If that was the case, she’d rather look forward to seeing the finished product. Thinking about the extravagant birth gifts her children would receive made her a little excited.
After clipping the music sheet into the folder, she left the study. Yasmine was downstairs, watching her come down; her face always wore an indescribable expression. From the moment she saw Yasmine, Chloe felt that something was off about her, but she never admitted why.
“Did you find it?”
“Yes.” Chloe held up the folder in her hand.
asmine stared at the folder in her hand for a long time, then gave a slight nod. “Go home and practice well, it’s not hard. You’ll get the hang of it after a few tries.”
know,” Chloe agreed, chatted with Yasmine for a while, then prepared to leave, but she stopped at the door and turned back. “Mom, is there any special meaning to this piece?”
Yasmine didn’t expect Chloe to ask this question and didn’t answer for a moment.
Bryson, just back from watering the flowers outside, took the initiative to explain, “The prelude to this piece was something Ms. Yasmine casually played on the piano when she was a kid. Your grandmother then refined it into a complete piece. It means a lot to her.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up, her grandmother… This was a practically unfamiliar term to her. From childhood to adulthood, she had never heard anything about her grandmother from her mother.
Including Bryson, no one had ever mentioned it.
It was the first time she had heard about her grandmat.
“Ms. Chloe, Ms. Yasmine must have had your best interests in mind. You must play it at the state banquet.”
Chloe couldn’t figure out why she “must” play this significant piece at the state banquet. Was it just to satisfy her sense of achievement by having her piece appear at the state banquet? She didn’t think her mother would enjoy such vanity.
But Yasmine didn’t say anything more, so Chloe didn’t ask further.
Anyway, the piece was already decided, and it was a good one. That was enough.
On leaving Peck’s Manor, she called Damon, who told her to go right back to the apartment. After asking about Presley’s condition and hearing that there was no big problem, she didn’t insist on going to the hospital.
Just as she was about to get in the car and leave, Winston Peck’s car slowly pulled up in front of her.
Winston got out of the car and closed the door. Looking at Chloe, he said, “Can’t you stay put even though you’re pregnant?”
Chloe gave him a nonchalant look. “Aren’t you going to the set tomorrow?”
Winston pursed his lips unhappily. “Can’t you talk about something else?”
She was all work, work, work, and it was driving him nuts.
“So you’d rather I discuss with you how to raise a child?”
Winston’s mouth twitched at the corners. “You go home and discuss that with Damon, I’m not obliged to.”
“How rude, remember to call him Mr. Harper in the future.”
Winston shoved his hands in his trench coat pockets, suddenly feeling a bit itchy.
“Please leave.” These words from Winston sounded somewhat cold.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, and didn’t argue. Then she moved aside, opened the car door, and bent down to get in. She skillfully turned the car around and stopped next to Winston again.
“Get your butt outta bed at 7:30 tomorrow morning, alright? I’ve already set the alarm for ya.”
