Revenge to The Devil

When my fingers leaped over the keys, my pathetic voice echoed in my head, "I love him, because he is the man who I can love."

After two years, I had come back. It was impossible to deny that I didn't want to see him.

But I didn't tend to reverse anything, nor say "I love you!" to him. If it was possible, I only wanted to glance at him and see the color of his shirt. If it was creamy white, I would smile at him calmly.

Then I could erase the regretful memories and begin a new page in my life.

Shawn pulled over outside the Gardens Hotel, then got out quickly, opening the door gently for me. When I got out, a beam of harsh, white light dazzled my eyes. When I adjusted to the dazzling light, some people, blocked by the police, were taking photos in front of me.

It struck me why Shawn specially appointed the French designer to make my evening gown and let the first-class stylist help me dress the whole afternoon.

"Mr. Donovan, what a beautiful design," I spoke in a low voice, which Shawn could hear.

"I haven't broken the contract," he said and held my hand close to him and whispered, "You can refuse any question."

I pulled my hand away and showed a solemn expression, "I don't care what you think, but please don't spread the news of a relationship between us in tomorrow's magazines."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because…" When I saw the elevator, I forgot the words I wanted to say. The elevator had pale gold glass painted with dark red gorgeous flowers. Some said the meaning of these gorgeous flowers was a sorrowful memory. Others said it was when two people both missed one another.

Why did he put such a fancy elevator outside the hotel door, opposite to the window of the coffee shop!

The petals aroused a desire deep in my heart. I fantasized that he was standing in front of me and reached out his hands and said, "Desiree, what does a perfect ending mean? Describe it, and I will make it come true."

At that moment I thought that he must be in the penthouse. If I entered the elevator, it just took ten seconds to see him. However, I stood still and didn't move any further. Nothing would change once I saw him.

He may pass me by like the hero in the script, or he might give me a slight smile and say, "How are you?" It was pointless.

Even if I retrieved the withered love, the entwined pain would last.

I relieved with a smile, walking into the hotel with Shawn.

But I missed one person when I turned around, who stepped out of the opening door of the elevator, watching me with a gloomy smile at the corner of his mouth.

Standing at the door of the banquet hall on the second floor, my first reaction was that I had walked into the wrong place. "Was this a birthday party?" I thought. It was more like an extravaganza.

There were all well-dressed handsome men and women. The shining jewelry some of the women were wearing dazzled my eyes. I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but someone led me to the piano to perform Mozart.

I knew a few people appreciated my music. The crowd saw us coming, and they began to murmur, expressing indecent remarks. That was the entertainment world, where those empty souls were disguised by luxury, although they also had pure dreams like me. Consequently, I hated entering that circle, I couldn't bear criticism from people who just didn't know me.

After playing a short piece of Mozart's, I stood up gracefully and gently smiled at Shawn. He held my hand and kissed it' saying, "Thank you for your music! It's so beautiful, just like you."

" Give me a chance?" he gripped my hand and I almost wanted to pull it back. His huge palm was hot, but it couldn't warm my cold heart. I pulled my hand away, smiling and apologized to him politely, "Sorry, please tell Irene that I have work to do, I have to leave."

What annoyed me the most was the journalists. I had poor logic, so I couldn't figure out how they could just guess and analyze people, and then convince the public when they didn't even know them.

When I had finished one piece, I didn't bother to continue. I stood up gracefully and smiled at Shawn. I knew his intentions to publicize me in the media. But I still chose to go back there. Since I couldn't respond to his love, at least, I could show my appreciation back by reducing his economic loss.

He held my hand gently and kissed it saying, "Thank you for your music! It's so

beautiful, just like you."

"Thank you," I responded with a polite smile.

" Give me a chance?" he gripped the hand that I almost wanted to pull back. His huge palm was hot, but it couldn't warm my cold heart.

I pulled my hand away smiling and apologized to him politely, "Sorry, please tell Irene that I have work to do, I have to leave."

"I can bring you the same joy and satisfaction that a piano can give you... "

"The piano never gives me any pleasure," I said.

Perhaps he would never think that I had been relying on the piano to deal with my sadness.

Now I could smile to collect memories under the familiar night sky, not to escape, nor to deliberately forget, but just to face the hatred and the lost love in my heart. I'd grown up, understanding what I should do.

Even if he stood up in front of me now, I could show the most brilliant smile to him with pride! At that moment, a waiter came up to me, glanced at the man next to me, and seeming somewhat embarrassed, took a cheque in both hands. He stammered, "A gentleman said that after the reception, he'd like to invite you to have a night snack. "

I glanced at the note coldly, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the flamboyant signature.