Chapter 9 Moody Freak

After half an hour's drive, Kathryn returned to the Ye Family's mansion. She put the umbrella in the hall, rubbed her cold arms and walked in.

The empty mansion seemed to be filled with cold air. Although it was beautifully designed, but Kathryn thought there were not many people, and was not suitable for human beings to live here.

Kathryn went upstairs to the second floor and stopped when she passed by the door of the study. She hesitated and knocked on the door. "Patrick, I'm back. Are you inside?"

When Patrick was at school, he said that he would wait for Kathryn to come back. Usually, he was in the study at this time. Although Kathryn didn't want to face Patrick, she didn't want him to make trouble for her. So she decided to take the initiative to see him.

After waiting for a while, she didn't hear anyone call in the study. Kathryn frowned slightly and said, "Aren't you at home? Do I need to go in? "

After thinking for a long time, Kathryn pushed the door open. There was no one in the study, so Kathryn walked in slowly. She looked around the study. The decoration of the large study was very simple. Except for the window, the other walls were all tall bookshelves.

Suddenly, Kathryn found a dark door in the same color as the bookshelf. "Secret passage?" Kathryn thought to herself, 'It's not surprising that there is a secret passage in an ancient castle like the Ye Family?

Kathryn leaned against the crack of the door and looked inside. It turned out that there was a large practicing room inside. The thick flannel curtain made the originally dull environment even more depressed. A black sandalwood classic triangle piano was standing in the center of the training room, and a violin of the same color was placed on the shelf beside.

With his back to the door, Patrick was sitting in front of the piano. He had always been arrogant, but there was an indescribable sadness and loneliness in his back. Accompanied by the melancholy and melancholy music floating in the air, she felt sour in her heart.

"Can he play the piano?" Kathryn had lived in the Ye Family for a long time, but it was the first time that she knew that Patrick was so good at piano.

Knowing that she shouldn't have stepped forward, Kathryn couldn't help but want to see more. What attracted her was the classical Steinway piano.

In the past half a century, all the famous pianist in the world liked to play the Steinway piano. From its rich and unique sound quality, they could feel the pleasure brought by the performance. Although Kathryn was unknown, she still hoped that one day she could show her talent in music on such a piano.

The music stopped abruptly.

Patrick turned back and looked at Kathryn. "You've been standing there for a long time. Do you want to sit down and have a rest? Do you want to play a song with me?"

When Kathryn came to her senses, she subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but she couldn't move her feet away as if they were frozen. So she simply pulled the door open and walked in front of Patrick. "I thought you were just a scheming businessman, but I didn't expect you to play the piano."

With a smile on his face, Patrick said, "Only you and Sitri can do this? Can't I have a taste of noble art?"

Kathryn glared at Patrick, knowing that he couldn't say something nice.

"How did you come back?" Patrick stared at Kathryn and found that her clothes were not wet at all.

Patrick's sudden question made Kathryn heart skip a beat. "I... Of course I came back by bus. Do you think I came back with wings? "

"It's raining outside. You are not wet at all. Someone should have sent you back." Patrick sounded very sure, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Kathryn knew it wouldn't work if she kept it from Patrick. She took a deep breath and finally said frankly, "Actually... It was Walter who lent his umbrella to me. "

"What a caring young man!" Patrick's strange words made Kathryn frown.

She stared at Patrick, speechless. Finally, she had to say, "Play it slowly. I won't disturb you." Kathryn wanted to leave, but when she turned around, she was grabbed by Patrick and pressed on the piano chair.

"I'm asking you, why are you so interested in playing piano with Sitri? Why are you so unhappy to play with me? I'll be very unhappy if you look at me like this. " Patrick's words were full of threat.

Kathryn pushed Patrick away and said, "Don't always put us together, okay? We have nothing to do with each other! "

"If you want to prove that you are not related, you can play the piano with me." At this moment, Patrick was as stubborn as a child.

His tough attitude forced Kathryn to give in. "It's just playing a song. It's not difficult!"

Holding Kathryn's hand tightly, Patrick pressed her fingers on the black and white keys, making a dull subwoofer. "Let's play the Broken Bridge and Snow. I've been proud of this song recently."

Kathryn agreed and shook off Patrick, then she began to play piano with him.

The euphemistic and melancholy music seemed to show the vicissitudes of life from the original low voice, and a trace of melancholy swept over her heart. It was a cold winter, and the sadness, disappointment and loneliness of parting made people cry...

While she was playing, Kathryn couldn't help peeping at Patrick. His eyes were still calm and not sad, but the beating of the keys couldn't deceive anyone. Patrick's heart was aching, and he was missing the person who had passed away.

The thought of Molly made Kathryn's heart ache. Patrick's longing for her was like a ladder that he couldn't reach the top. Even if he turned into a bird's wings, he couldn't touch her.

Thinking of the original author of this song, Kathryn suddenly found that he was a little similar to that of Patrick, but he hadn't engaged in music until now. She wondered in her heart, why did Patrick give up music? What was the secret?

After the song was finished, the sound of the music echoed in the air.

"Life is like fireworks. When it blooms, it is too dazzling, but it will disappear in an instant." Moved by the melody, a tear slowly fell from Kathryn's face.

"You like to use tears and sentimental words to gain others' sympathy and affection."

Patrick's cold words interrupted Kathryn's thoughts. She wiped her tears immediately and said stubbornly, "Do you think I'm pretending?"

"Isn't it?" Patrick contemptuously looking at Kathryn, "You did the same in front of Sitri. Your trick to win people's heart is ridiculous and disgusting."

Kathryn looked at Patrick and snorted, "I feel sad because you think of Molly. But you don't want to admit it and slander my character. Then I don't have to explain it so clearly. "

Patrick clenched Kathryn's wrist and pulled her toward him. "Who gave you that confidence and that sense of entitlement? Do you think you can read my mind? "

Patrick's eyes were cold and Kathryn's heart seemed to stop for a moment. "I don't want to spy on you. I'm not being self-righteous. I just blurted out my thoughts. Mr. Patrick, why do you haggle over every ounce with me? "

"You mean I'm narrow-minded?" Patrick asked.

"Isn't it?" Kathryn plucked up her courage and said, "If you are unhappy, just strangle me. People may see a lot of things before they die, and then there will be no sadness and hatred."

"You want to be free from death? How can I make you happy? " A cruel smile appeared on Patrick's face.

Hearing what he said, the corners of Kathryn's mouth also curved up. "You are just torturing me by all means. Since I have stepped into the mud, what am I worried about? Just keep going. "

This time, Patrick didn't say anything. He suddenly laughed and kissed Kathryn's lips. With her eyes wide open, Kathryn couldn't resist Patrick and let him drive every nerve.

Heartbroken tears fell down from her face and Kathryn gave up struggling. The slightly salty and bitter tears mixed with the kiss. Patrick pulled Kathryn away and pushed her to the ground.

Enduring the pain, Kathryn looked up at Patrick and said, "Do you have to hurt me in this way to heal the pain in your heart?"

After a short pause, a look of contempt flashed across his face. Patrick stood up and looked down at Kathryn, "You really overestimated yourself. You are not qualified to heal the pain in my heart. Get out! Don't dirty my practice room! "

Kathryn didn't want to stay in such a depressing place for even a second. She stood up and ran out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Patrick put one hand on his forehead and sighed, "Whippersnappers, what does she know?

Kathryn would never know that not only did Patrick miss Molly in his heart, but also his entangled feelings for his deceased father.

At this time, his phone rang. Patrick took out his phone and looked at the number on the screen. He frowned slightly, but he still answered the phone.

"Patrick, I'm Claire! Are you free next weekend? I have two admission tickets. I want to invite you to see Sitri's new concert! " It was Claire. Her sweet voice was full of sugar.

"I have an appointment with others in the next two days, so I don't have time." Patrick refused without hesitation.

"No time? You have an appointment? " Claire sounded a little jealous.

"It's none of your business who I'm going to meet. I have something else to do. I'll contact you when I'm free." Then Patrick hung up the phone.

Claire knew that Sitri was Nelson. She didn't like playing piano, so she invited him because she wanted to have a chance to get along with him. Patrick was not in the mood to play the love game with Claire, because his attention was now focused on another person.

Thinking of what Nelson had said, Patrick took out the VIP admission ticket from his pocket and said with a smile, "Since you like Sitri's piano so much, I'll take you to his concert as you wish."