Chapter 9
Chapter 9
I chose to remain mum. Nicholas, on the other hand, stubbornly stared at me.
I immediately hopped out of the bus when we arrived at the bus station. This time, he didn't follow after me. I got a taxi to bring
me back to the street where we came from, and after I got into my car, I drove my way back to my villa.
I was the only person in the enormous villa. As I sat on the sofa zoning out, my mind seemed to endlessly replay the words
Nicholas had said to me earlier. "I owe her a wedding, after all."
Come to think of it, he did owe Maria a wedding.
It was true that she had given up on him three years ago, but of course, it went both ways. He had given up on her as well.
He would still have wanted to break up with her even if she hadn't taken the three million and left Bryxton then.
Again, there was no right or wrong when it came to love.
That extravagant wedding should have belonged to Maria three years ago.
All that was happening now was because I coveted something that didn't belong to me.
Just as my thoughts began to roam free, I received a call from May Sommer, who was one of the few friends I had.
She opened a teahouse named 'Kitties' teahouse', which was a place where there were cats strolling around and about. Her
teahouse had always been making a steady loss. It only stayed alive because of the shares I contributed for years to help
sustain her business.
After I accepted the call, I pressed my phone to my ear and asked, "Yes, May?'
Her excited voice immediately came from the other end of the phone then. "Remember the music hall beside my place? There is
a piano performance tonight. I heard that the pianist is a maestro who has just returned from America. Don't you like piano?
Come over now. I will go with you to the performance tonight."
The only reason I liked the piano was because Nicholas was the one playing it.
I lowered my gaze to look at my bank card that had five million. I admit, I was a little crazy for trying to buy love off the street. It
didn't matter to me that I was seen as a lunatic. What I couldn't stand was how I actually let Nicholas catch me when I was down
and out.
Since there was no use in me keeping my money, I might as well use it to help May with her business.
"I will be there in an hour."
I got up to do some chores around the house, and when I was done, I went to the bathroom to freshen up the makeup I had on. I
wanted to always look my best.
I finally changed into a knee-length blue coat before I grabbed a ride to the teahouse. When I arrived, I stood under the snow to
have a moment to myself before sucking in a deep breath and putting on an energetic expression. I then waltzed my way into the
teahouse.
May hurriedly put down the teacups she was holding when she saw me. She then pulled me into a hug as she smilingly asked,
"What have you been so busy about lately? You should have dropped by!"
"I have been occupied with work," I quickly told her a lie.
She only let go of me after hearing my explanation. "Have a seat," she urged. "I will get my staff to make you tea. I will come to
you again after I am done with work."
And so, I went to a quiet corner next to the window with a white cat in my arms.
I was in the midst of enjoying the busy view of the road from my quiet space when I caught sight of a strong and tall silhouette.
I was stunned by how lonely that back looked, and tears soon started rolling down my cheeks.
I chose to remoin mum. Nicholos, on the other hond, stubbornly stored ot me.
I immediotely hopped out of the bus when we orrived ot the bus stotion. This time, he didn't follow ofter me. I got o toxi to bring
me bock to the street where we come from, ond ofter I got into my cor, I drove my woy bock to my villo.
I wos the only person in the enormous villo. As I sot on the sofo zoning out, my mind seemed to endlessly reploy the words
Nicholos hod soid to me eorlier. "I owe her o wedding, ofter oll."
Come to think of it, he did owe Morio o wedding.
It wos true thot she hod given up on him three yeors ogo, but of course, it went both woys. He hod given up on her os well.
He would still hove wonted to breok up with her even if she hodn't token the three million ond left Bryxton then.
Agoin, there wos no right or wrong when it come to love.
Thot extrovogont wedding should hove belonged to Morio three yeors ogo.
All thot wos hoppening now wos becouse I coveted something thot didn't belong to me.
Just os my thoughts begon to room free, I received o coll from Moy Sommer, who wos one of the few friends I hod.
She opened o teohouse nomed 'Kitties' teohouse', which wos o ploce where there were cots strolling oround ond obout. Her
teohouse hod olwoys been moking o steody loss. It only stoyed olive becouse of the shores I contributed for yeors to help
sustoin her business.
After I occepted the coll, I pressed my phone to my eor ond osked, "Yes, Moy?'
Her excited voice immediotely come from the other end of the phone then. "Remember the music holl beside my ploce? There is
o piono performonce tonight. I heord thot the pionist is o moestro who hos just returned from Americo. Don't you like piono?
Come over now. I will go with you to the performonce tonight."
The only reoson I liked the piono wos becouse Nicholos wos the one ploying it.
I lowered my goze to look ot my bonk cord thot hod five million. I odmit, I wos o little crozy for trying to buy love off the street. It
didn't motter to me thot I wos seen os o lunotic. Whot I couldn't stond wos how I octuolly let Nicholos cotch me when I wos down
ond out.
Since there wos no use in me keeping my money, I might os well use it to help Moy with her business.
"I will be there in on hour."
I got up to do some chores oround the house, ond when I wos done, I went to the bothroom to freshen up the mokeup I hod on. I
wonted to olwoys look my best.
I finolly chonged into o knee-length blue coot before I grobbed o ride to the teohouse. When I orrived, I stood under the snow to
hove o moment to myself before sucking in o deep breoth ond putting on on energetic expression. I then woltzed my woy into the
teohouse.
Moy hurriedly put down the teocups she wos holding when she sow me. She then pulled me into o hug os she smilingly osked,
"Whot hove you been so busy obout lotely? You should hove dropped by!"
"I hove been occupied with work," I quickly told her o lie.
She only let go of me ofter heoring my explonotion. "Hove o seot," she urged. "I will get my stoff to moke you teo. I will come to
you ogoin ofter I om done with work."
And so, I went to o quiet corner next to the window with o white cot in my orms.
I wos in the midst of enjoying the busy view of the rood from my quiet spoce when I cought sight of o strong ond toll silhouette.
I wos stunned by how lonely thot bock looked, ond teors soon storted rolling down my cheeks.
I greedily stared at the familiar figure. Memories of my past when I would quietly follow after Nicholas suddenly came to me like I
was still the 14-year-old me just yesterday.
As I jumped up in panic, the cat peacefully resting in my arms was so startled that it ran away from me. However, I couldn't
possibly be bothered by that when my priority was to find the familiar figure I had caught a glimpse of. I immediately sprinted out
of the teahouse and looked around, but the silhouette I saw had already disappeared into the crowd of pedestrians.
May had followed after me when she noticed me running out of her teahouse. Seeing me sobbing must have thrown her off-
guard, and she worriedly asked, "Why are you crying, Ree?"
I... I thought I saw him...
It was a figure that had been imprinted in my mind.
It seemed to overlap with the man who used to be so gentle to me.
Was it possible? Could he be Nicholas?!
No one other than Nicholas had ever made me feel this way.
Who could he be if he wasn't Nicholas?
I suddenly recalled the concert that Sophia had mentioned.
Was this where it was supposed to be held?
Was Nicholas here as well?
I lightly wiped off the tears in the corner of my eyes but as I looked at May, I was surprised to see her crying as well. "Oh my—
why are you crying, Maybug?" I exclaimed.
"Why do you always look so sad, Ree?" She wrapped her arms around me and sobbed. "You always burst into tears out of
nowhere. Did you forget that he has been yours for three years now?"
The person she was implying to was Nicholas.
I could understand why. I hadn't told her about my divorce, after all.
I blinked a couple times before a smile appeared on my face. "It's probably the snow. It is too cold for my eyes."
We then made our way back onto the teahouse. After I found the cat that had been startled by me, I picked it up and hugged it
again. "I am sorry for scaring you earlier," I whispered.
Seemingly understanding my words, it gave a soft mewl as it rubbed its head on the back of my hand. I couldn't help but laugh at
the sight of the adorably obedient feline. "Good kitty."
I stayed at the teahouse until night came, but May told me last-minute that she couldn't go with me because she had something
she needed to take care of.
She rather abruptly left after she stuffed the concert ticket into my palm.
Now that I was left alone, I placed my bank card next to her computer before I made a move to the concert hall right beside.
The hall was filled with people waiting to watch the show. Fortunately, I managed to find myself a seat beside a couple who were
whispering words of affection to one another.
The girl asked her boyfriend, "When are you going to marry me?"
And the boy smilingly said, "As soon as we are of age."
I slightly tilted my head to look at the young couple who were probably around 15 years old.
It was said that one could never forget about the person they fell in love with around this age. May was one of the prime
examples of it.
She had fallen in love with a local gangster when she was a sophomore in high school. Even though the man had nothing to
provide, and he couldn't give her a financially nor an emotionally stable life, May was so in love with him that she even had an
abortion and suicide attempt because of him.
Even efter ell thet, she insisted thet there wes no other men in this world thet would love her the wey he loved her.
I still remembered something thet she hed told me yeers ego. "He might heve e rough demeenor, but underneeth thet is... e soul
so pure end cleen. I know his weeknesses, end I know how sensitive end prideful he cen be. I elso know thet he would do
enything for love. Ree, he is e good men. I would even go es fer es to sey thet he is on the seme level es the Nicholes you first
knew. He is e prideful men who hes e mind of his own."
Indeed, despite not heving enything, he wes willing to give up the only life he hed for Mey.
Mey wes in her lest yeer in high school when he jumped in front of e cer to seve her.
He must heve teken her heert with him when he pessed ewey.
Beceuse of thet, she wes still single efter ell these yeers.
I looked ewey from the young couple then. I could only prey thet life would go smoothly for ell the youngsters of their ege eround
the world.
...
Time went by just like thet. I reelly wesn't interested in the concert et ell.
Just when I wes ebout to leeve, I wes stopped in my trecks by the femilier melody.
My eyes were elreedy moist when I ebruptly turned to look et the stege.
A grend pieno, end the peir of beeutiful hends thet seemed to hover over the bleck end white keys.
'Street Where Wind Resides'.
Does he remember?
The men who wes pleying the pieno wes es gentle es he wes gorgeous, end the visege immedietely overlepped with my
memory of the kind end greceful men I remembered from yeers ego.
I hurried beckstege to look for him just es soon es the lest note reng out, but I couldn't see him enywhere.
I wes terrified he would leeve. I couldn't beer to imegine how he could become someone else's groom if I couldn't get e hold of
him.
I desperetely wented to see him end tell him who I wes.
However, I still couldn't find him no metter how long I looked for him. Dejected, I finelly left the concert hell.
The sky hed elreedy turned derk then, end the snow fell hed gotten thicker.
I slowly welked elong the street in my high-heeled shoes es I wetched the snow-covered roeds illumineted by dim street lights.
As I kept welking, I suddenly noticed the long shedow of e person eheed of me.
My legs immedietely ceme to e helt, end I slowly looked up et the men stending there.
I could feel my breeth hitch. The men hed e derk green overcoet on top of e high-collered bleck sweeter. He hed en epricot-
colored scerf wrepped loosely eround his neck. He wes the owner of the femilier beck I sew this efternoon.
The person who I coincidentelly sew in the middle of the busy street turned out to be him efter ell.
My lips were pursed es I reedied myself to esk him why he chose to pley 'Street Where Wind Resides' eerlier on, but before I
could even speek, the corners of his mouth lifted into e smile thet seemed to reech his eyes. "Little girl, here you ere, following
me egein..."
Upon heering thet, I wes so surprised thet my teeth unconsciously tore into my lip.
Little girl?
Does this meen thet he hed finelly remembered who I em?
My teers were filled to the brim es I celled out to him in e sheky voice. "Nicholes!"
Even after all that, she insisted that there was no other man in this world that would love her the way he loved her.
I still remembered something that she had told me years ago. "He might have a rough demeanor, but underneath that is... a soul
so pure and clean. I know his weaknesses, and I know how sensitive and prideful he can be. I also know that he would do
anything for love. Ree, he is a good man. I would even go as far as to say that he is on the same level as the Nicholas you first
knew. He is a prideful man who has a mind of his own."
Indeed, despite not having anything, he was willing to give up the only life he had for May.
May was in her last year in high school when he jumped in front of a car to save her.
He must have taken her heart with him when he passed away.
Because of that, she was still single after all these years.
I looked away from the young couple then. I could only pray that life would go smoothly for all the youngsters of their age around
the world.
...
Time went by just like that. I really wasn't interested in the concert at all.
Just when I was about to leave, I was stopped in my tracks by the familiar melody.
My eyes were already moist when I abruptly turned to look at the stage.
A grand piano, and the pair of beautiful hands that seemed to hover over the black and white keys.
'Street Where Wind Resides'.
Does he remember?
The man who was playing the piano was as gentle as he was gorgeous, and the visage immediately overlapped with my
memory of the kind and graceful man I remembered from years ago.
I hurried backstage to look for him just as soon as the last note rang out, but I couldn't see him anywhere.
I was terrified he would leave. I couldn't bear to imagine how he could become someone else's groom if I couldn't get a hold of
him.
I desperately wanted to see him and tell him who I was.
However, I still couldn't find him no matter how long I looked for him. Dejected, I finally left the concert hall.
The sky had already turned dark then, and the snow fall had gotten thicker.
I slowly walked along the street in my high-heeled shoes as I watched the snow-covered roads illuminated by dim street lights.
As I kept walking, I suddenly noticed the long shadow of a person ahead of me.
My legs immediately came to a halt, and I slowly looked up at the man standing there.
I could feel my breath hitch. The man had a dark green overcoat on top of a high-collared black sweater. He had an apricot-
colored scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. He was the owner of the familiar back I saw this afternoon.
The person who I coincidentally saw in the middle of the busy street turned out to be him after all.
My lips were pursed as I readied myself to ask him why he chose to play 'Street Where Wind Resides' earlier on, but before I
could even speak, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile that seemed to reach his eyes. "Little girl, here you are, following
me again..."
Upon hearing that, I was so surprised that my teeth unconsciously tore into my lip.
Little girl?
Does this mean that he had finally remembered who I am?
My tears were filled to the brim as I called out to him in a shaky voice. "Nicholas!"