His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 775

The bench was long enough for two, but it was still a tight squeeze. Niamh could feel the warmth from Jonathan's body seeping into her own, making the side of her pressed against him grow hot. "Let's play Chopin's Nocturnes," he said. "I love listening to those." "And I have to play it just because you love it?" Niamh retorted playfully.

Jonathan just grinned. "Well... Marlin loves it too." Niamh laughed at his excuse. "Marlin's been asleep for hours. And he's only one. You're really reaching." "Hey, don't underestimate a one-year-old. He inherited your musical genes. He might become a world-class pianist someday." "From your lips to God's ears," Niamh said, her mood lightening considerably.

She agreed, and together they began to play Chopin's Nocturnes. This piece... it was the bond between them. Jonathan could still vividly remember the melody Niamh had played for him in the juvenile rehabilitation center, no matter how much time had passed. But it was also because this piece was so deeply ingrained in his memory that he had mistaken Marina for Rina, leading to all the misunderstandings and missed chances with Niamh. His feelings about the music were now incredibly complex.

Two pairs of hands moved nimbly over the black and white keys, as if they were dancing. It was the first time they had ever played a four-hand duet, and the first time the Nocturnes had been played with such a unique timbre and feeling, as if the music itself carried the weight of their complicated, tangled history.

This was the first time Niamh had ever realized the Nocturnes could have so many layers. At first, playing with Jonathan made her a little nervous; his presence was so intense, so hard to ignore. But gradually, she lost herself in the music, becoming more and more absorbed. The melody they created together grew more harmonious, more beautiful, as they fell into sync.

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