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Chapter 775 I Would Love to Meet This Teacher of Yours
Julia was in a rare mood to compliment others. "I know she sounds a little too young to be giving lessons, but I think
she's a good teacher. I actually get way more about piano from her than those teachers and their endless lectures
about theories and all that junk!"
A kind smile broke out on Professor Ward’s lips. "Few people could elicit such high praises from my Julia. I really
think we've struck gold this time."
The girl’s cheeks went a little pink. "I mean, to be fair... I've been chowing down on the food she makes, too, so it’s
not like I'm gonna bite the hand that feeds me, right?" "Eating her food? Young lady! And here I thought you’d
rather buy takeout than eat home-cooked meals!"
Her grandfather's comment reminded Julia of the offer she had made.
Deirdre might have rejected her when she asked the former to be her new cook, but maybe... if her grandfather
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas the one talking, Deirdre might relent after all!
Her eyes twinkled. She snuck up to Professor Ward and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Oh, you haven't seen
anything yet, grandpa. She's an amazing cook, and I mean seriously amazing. Her stuffed eggplants managed to be
even better than great-granny's, okay?"
Professor Ward was about to reply when a voice suddenly rang from beside them. "Stuffed eggplants?"
Brendan clenched his fists. A young woman in her 20s who was skilled with piano and cooking? Everything
described Deirdre all too well. He just could not see anyone else fitting the description.
Julia espied the severe expression on his face and froze. Hesitantly, she nodded. "Uh, yeah? What about it?"
Brendan curled his lips and gave her a bright, chipper smile as though he had not just heard some world-shattering
news. He ground his nails against each other. "Nothing. I myself am a fan of stuffed eggplants. Since she’s good at
the piano and is such a great cook, I thought maybe I should make new acquaintances today."
Laughing, Julia teased, "Oh no. You’re not trying to vie for her heart, are you? Brendan! She's taken! Okay, so he
doesn't look as hot as you are, but they are really sweet together, okay? He is always there in the evening when
she clocks out to escort her home!" "Julia!" Professor Ward chided. 'That's inappropriate! Brendan's engaged."
Julia stuck her tongue out.
Brendan smiled. "No offense taken, sir. But I'm pretty curious about your teacher. Can we meet?"
His eyes fell onto the door to the piano room, his gaze darkening. The rest of his face kept up with his friendly
facade, however, as he asked, "Is it alright with you?"
Julia blinked. "Well, I could help you ask!"
She hopped onto her feet and realized Brendan immediately rose and advanced before she did. His seeming
eagerness threw her off a little, but she said nothing and simply followed.
Brendan did not even wait for her before pushing the door open. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the room.
His searching expression froze.
Julia, who was right behind him, was surprised to see his face and asked," What's the matter, Brendan?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe perked under his arm and let out a questioning "Hey!" "Where's she? She was inside the last time we talked!"
Julia cried out in surprise.
Brendan's expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. The piano room did not lead anywhere. The only
hiding place available was...
His eyes rested on a closet in the corner of the room. He stepped inside and began walking toward it, his hand
outreached.
His phone suddenly vibrated. Frowning, he answered it before replying,"
Alright, I'm coming!" 1
"Brendan?" Julia asked questioningly.
The man clapped her on her shoulder, went outside to bid Professor Ward goodbye, and strode out of the door in a
hurry.
As soon as the front door closed, Deirdre fell out of the closet. She was bathed in a cold sweat. Shocked, Julia cried
out, "What the h*ll!? Why were you inside? He-"
She stopped. Deirdre was tugging on Julia's skirt as she willed-and fai led - to stop herself from shaking. Her face
was ashen and devoid of color... like a moribund patient near asphyxiated.
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