A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

– Grandma believes that in your hands, this violin will shine again.

Matriarch Sanchez said lovingly.

Lyana’s eyes were filled with tenderness. Touched, she said happilyTêxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

– Grandmother, thank you.

– I am your grandmother. Why are you so polite?

The Matriarch said with a smile.

– Very well, you must be exhausted after a day of school. Go back to rest.

– OK.

She nodded. She put the violin in the violin case and walked out. She was eager to try this violin.

Lyana walked to the bedroom door and turned to look at Matriarch Sanchez. The lights in the room reflected off his sparkling fox eyes, giving him a sincere and sweet look.

– Grandmother, when I get familiar with the violin, I will play for you.

The smile on the Matriarch’s face became even more benevolent. She nodded gently and said,

– All right, go ahead.

She loved Lyana. Lyana had always kept her in her heart. She remembered his little attentions and returned the favor tenfold or a hundredfold.

You should know that in high society, many young people were already so intoxicated by the extreme extravagance and luxury of their lives that they no longer knew what it meant to be grateful. There weren’t many children who were as obedient and gentle as Lyana.

When she returned to her room, the snake quickly slithered towards her. He happily slid down her leg to her wrist, sticking out his tongue.

Lyana looked at the snake in confusion. Why was he here? She looks up and sees Vincent nearby, staring at his tablet.

– Good girl.

Smiling, she spoke softly to the snake on her wrist. Only then did she put the violin aside and gently stroke the snake’s head.

For some reason, she remembered how he attacked her the first time she came to the Sanchez residence. At that time, she had again thought of boiling the snake alive to make medicine.

– Lan?

She called out the snake’s name softly.

The snake happily sticks out its tongue and takes the initiative to rub its head against Lyana’s hand.

She felt that name was a bit awkward. She said :

– I will change your name in the future.

The snake tilted its head and looked at Lyana, as if waiting for her to name it.

– Little Lan?

Now she realized what had seemed strange to her. A one-syllable name is always a bit awkward to say out loud.

– I’ll call you Little Lan from now on.

When Vincent, who was sitting off to the side, heard Lyana’s words, he frowned in disapproval.

– She’s not young anymore.

– It’s not serious. It’s just a name.

– It’s very old.

– It doesn’t matter. To me, he’s just a little baby.

She looked down at the snake and said softly

– Little Lan, don’t you think so?

Little Lan enthusiastically circled Lyana’s wrist, as if she completely agreed with Lyana’s words.

Lyana looks up at Vincent and says smiling

– Look, little Lan likes that name. Anyway, it’s already mine. I will follow my preferences.

When Vincent heard Lyana’s words, he didn’t respond. He lowered his head and continued to stare at the tablet in his hand. The tablet screen showed Sanchez’s plans for the next year.

Lyana sat on the bed and played with Little Lan for a while before reluctantly sending her back to the animal room.

When she returns, Vincent has already taken a shower and is lying on the bed.

After cleaning herself up, she pours herself a glass of wine as usual and lazily sits down on the sofa to drink.

Vincent’s gaze fell on the glass of wine in Lyana’s hand. He frowns imperceptibly.

– Why didn’t you use the crystal glass?

When she heard Vincent’s words, she was slightly stunned. She remembered how Vicki had given her the crystal glass. She couldn’t be sure that Vincent would change his personality again in the future.

With this thought in mind, Lyana shyly asked:

– Vincent, how are you feeling today? Do you feel something strange?

Speaking, she got up and walked over to the wine cabinet. She replaced the glass she was holding in her hand with a crystal glass and poured red wine into it.

– I’m doing well. I just remembered something.

As soon as Vincent’s words fell, Lyana’s hand, which was holding the wine bottle, shook slightly. She pretended to be calm and covered the bottle again. Holding the crystal glass, she walked over to the couch and sat down again.

She twirled the crystal glass gently and looked at the red wine it contained. She took a small sip and froze.

That!

She drank the red wine from the crystal glass.

This texture was really different!

She lifted the crystal glass to her lips and took another sip.

This taste was much better than regular wine glasses.

She twirled the crystal glass and said with a smile:

– It tastes much better than those in regular glasses.

– Yes.

Vincent replied coldly. Before Lyana could react, he turned off the lights.

Holding a glass of red wine, she looked in Vincent’s direction in confusion, frowning slightly.

What’s wrong with this man?

Why was he throwing a tantrum?

He had just said that he remembered what had happened. Why did he stop talking halfway?

Could it be that this man just wanted to ask him how the crystal glass was?

Was he so strange?

Lyana couldn’t understand Vincent. She downed the cup in one gulp, put the crystal glass on the coffee table and laid down calmly on the sofa.

The sofa was very soft. After a busy day, she fell asleep very quickly.

However, Vincent did not feel sleepy at all.

In the darkness, his eyes were particularly bright. He turned to look at Lyana and saw her curling up on the couch like a kitten.

He looked away with a complicated expression. He had just had a strange dream.

He seemed to have dreamed of himself when he was young. Lyana also seemed to be in her dream, but the details were unclear. He could vaguely remember a few jumbled fragments.

It was as if he was sitting in the bathroom and she was gently helping him shower. Her beautiful fox eyes were filled with a softness he had never seen before.

This gaze gradually overlapped with that of her mother.

Vincent did not understand why he had such a dream. Irritated, he rolls over and closes his eyes, preparing to sleep.

The next day.

Lyana packed up her things early in the morning and took the violin the Matriarch had given her to go to school.

Before reaching the classroom door and standing in the hallway, she heard Nancy’s sobbing voice.

– Who is here ? Who took my tickets?

Lyana came in with her violin. She wasn’t at all surprised that Nancy had lost the tickets. Yesterday, she had displayed the tickets for Mr. Timothy’s concert so conspicuously, attracting many people’s attention.

You had to pay the price to show yourself.

Mr. Timothy’s tickets were very valuable. There was no one in the class who didn’t want them.

This thief would probably never have dared to take the tickets for the rest of his life!

Lyana calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

Seeing that Lyana had arrived, Lucia greeted her with a smile.

– Hello, Lyana.

– Good morning.

Lyana greeted him with a smile.

Lucia looked curiously at the object in Lyana’s hand.

– Did you bring the violin?

– Yes.

Lucia looked at Lyana in confusion.

– Aren’t there a lot of violins in our rehearsal room? Won’t you get tired if you bring your violin to class?

Lyana smiled and shook her head. She explained

– This violin is very important to me. I want to get acquainted with him as soon as possible. In the future, I will play it for someone who is very important to me.

Lucia smiled and nodded.

– Lyana, you are the best. You must really love this person.

Lyana smiled.

Nancy’s face was filled with anger as she screamed.

– Who has such despicable hands and was a thief? If I catch you, I will definitely send you to the police station. Don’t you know that being a thief is against the law?

Seeing that Nancy was furious, some students quietly comforted her.

– Nancy, could it have been placed elsewhere?

– Yes, think about it.

– There shouldn’t be anyone in our class who wants to fly.

Nancy’s expression darkened. Shaking her head she said crying

– I’m sure. My tickets are sandwiched in the score. By the way, who was the last to leave yesterday?

– Ah, I remember she was the last student to leave.