"Mr. Hawthorne, is my song the one you remember?" Serena Hughes asked Damian Hawthorne cautiously.
From the moment she finished playing until now, Damian Hawthorne had shown no particular expression.
This wasn't what she had imagined.
'Damian Hawthorne should have been thrilled.'
Ever since Damian Hawthorne had started to suspect her, she'd been on edge, unsure of how much he suspected or what he might have found out.
"Yes," Damian Hawthorne nodded, his lips curling into a faint smile. "What made you suddenly remember it?"
Serena Hughes's smile froze for a second, but she quickly covered it up. "I suddenly recalled the song in a dream. I wrote it down as soon as I woke up."
Damian Hawthorne nodded and turned to Hugo Grant. "Let's go. It's getting too crowded here."
Nearly everyone in the bar had gathered around them.
'This song really is captivating.'
