Chapter 352
Chapter 352:
“You know, this fever of yours turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Something changed in you. You’re not yelling at me anymore, and suddenly you even know how to say thank you. I just wonder how long this polite Daniel will last. But honestly, I like this version of you a lot more p>
His lips curved into a smile that stole my breath. The look on his face told me he agreed with every word I’d said.
“So tell me—what song do you want me to play for you, Your Majesty p>
“Your Majesty? Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Of course. You call the shots. You’re Daniel—the king of everything I do p>
𝖫𝖺𝘵е𝗌𝘵 𝘤𝗁𝗮𝗉t𝖾r𝘴 o𝘯.с𝘰m
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, and I couldn’t help smiling back. For the first time, he seemed genuine with me. There he was, laughing, letting his guard down. I wished that moment could last forever.
“You choose the song,” he said, flashing another relaxed smile.
My heart pounded against my ribs as I bit my lip.
With a soft sigh, I set my fingers on the guitar and began to play.
“Isn’t it funny how you stand out, even in the middle of a crowd? I couldn’t help but notice your smile. While the world keeps spinning around us, could we stay here and talk for a while p>
As I sang the first notes, his gaze settled on my face. I did my best to stay composed, keeping my focus on the melody.
“Why don’t you tell me more about you? Maybe we could trade a few stories. Wouldn’t that be nice p>
My voice softened as I played. “What if we slow down, talk for a while, and see what we find? Maybe love is waiting for us, just around the corner p>
“Is that really what you want?” he asked the moment the last chord faded, staring at me.
“To get to know each other better p>
“It was just a song. Nothing more,” I replied with a shrug.
“How did you learn to play the guitar p>
His question caught me off guard. I hesitated, unsure how to answer without stirring up old memories.
“My father taught me.” I kept my eyes on the guitar instead of meeting his. “Would you tell me what your childhood was like p>
“Wait, what p>
My throat tightened as I tried to respond, and I looked up to find him watching me in silence, waiting for whatever I might say.
A laugh slipped out as I shook my head, brushing it off.
“There isn’t much to say about my childhood. It was pretty dull,” I said, starting to rise, but he reached out and stopped me with a gentle hold on my arm.
My gaze dropped to his hand before my eyes met his.
“If you don’t feel comfortable sharing your childhood, would you mind listening to mine instead p>
For a split second, I wondered if he had really said that, or if I was imagining things again. I placed my hand on his forehead, and he frowned in confusion.
“What are you doing?” he asked, bewildered.