Chapter 78

While Grace pondered the matter, Bryan walked over, looking annoyed. "Aren't the two of you behaving too ambiguously for a couple of friends?" he said bluntly. "You keep talking behind my back." My gentle expression turned cold at once, scaring him into silence. "Mr. Rivers, Grace was right when she said that those who can't speak properly should just keep quiet," I said sarcastically. Bryan's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to make a retort. However, I had already walked over to the piano. "I heard you've been studying music since you were young, Mr. Rivers. What instruments do you play?" "The piano, the violin, and I can also play a bit of saxophone. The violin is the one I'm most skilled in." Bryan sounded confident on the topic of music. I nodded. "It seems you're very talented, as you know how to play three kinds of instruments." Bryan raised an eyebrow. "I've told you about mine. What about you?" "Me? I'm not particularly skilled in any instrument." Bryan was ea