Chapter 3
Reed sensed something was off and was about to say something when I suddenly smiled and said calmly, “She won’t.”
Reed looked curious and turned to ask why.
I slowly swallowed my food, but before I could open my mouth, Landon interrupted in a low voice.
“Enough. Just eat.”
He stared at me intently, his eyes churning with dark emotions.
I kept my head down and continued eating, unmoved.
After dinner, as Reed was leaving, he noticed the piano in the living room and commented admiringly:
“Wow, nice piano. Who’d you buy that for?”
Savannah gracefully sat down and began playing smoothly.
After finishing the piece, she looked at the admiration in Reed’s eyes and said modestly:
“I only started learning piano recently, but my teacher says I’ve got real talent—better than people who’ve been playing for like ten years.”
She shot me a look while saying it—yeah, that was definitely aimed at me.
I had learned piano, violin, and traditional instruments since childhood, with piano being my strongest. I’d even performed at a prestigious concert hall as an adult.
Savannah had always been jealous when she found out, constantly saying that if she’d had money for lessons, she would have been better than me.
Now, after six years in prison, she assumed I’d gotten rusty.
So she smiled sweetly at me. “Sierra, I heard you studied for a long time. Why don’t you play something for us?”
Landon frowned, seeming like he wanted to stop me.
But my fingers were already on the keys.
The next second, a rich, rhythmic melody flowed naturally from the piano.
Compared to Savannah’s beginner-level playing, the difference was immediately obvious.
Landon and Reed both looked impressed. When I finished, they both applauded.
Savannah’s face turned green with rage as she glared at me.
Reed walked over to me, his tone taking on a serious note:
“That was amazing—I didn’t know you were that good. I actually have a concert grand at my place. Would you like to come by and play it.”
I opened my mouth but hadn’t answered yet when Landon suddenly spoke up: “It’s getting late. You should head out. And remember to take Savannah home.”
Reed looked at me with some regret and left with Savannah, who kept looking back over her shoulder.
The spacious living room was left with just Landon and me.
I hunched my shoulders. The air conditioning was on full blast, but his expression was even colder than the air.
Landon grabbed my wrist.
His tone was nasty, almost cruel: “Sierra Jameson, flirting around the minute you get out. Do you have any dignity left as a woman?”
I didn’t react much to his words, just gave a faint twist of my lips.
What dignity did I have left as a woman? I’d lost nearly twenty pounds.
The youthful vitality was gone from my face.
Seeing me stay silent, he looked stunned. I used to love arguing with him.
But now, looking at my almost lifeless expression, his heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed with needles.
His tone suddenly softened: “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’ll make this right for you, just not now. Our marriage still stands.”
When he mentioned marriage, his voice suddenly paused.
He said slowly, “I’ll make it up to you, just… not right now. And our marriage? That still counts.”
Landon stared intently at my expression, as if my earlier answer really mattered to him.
