Chapter 599
Chapter 599:
With all the commotion from Maxwell and Chris barging in, the love song had been left hanging halfway through.
Elvira refused to let these unexpected guests ruin what she had planned. Moving to the screen, she hit play, then turned with a bright grin toward Maia and Roland. “Go on, you two. I haven’t heard the end of this song yet p>
This was her golden opportunity to let Chris witness just how well her brother and Maia fit together.
As the music floated through the room once more, Roland narrowed his eyes at Chris from across the table. Giving a slight scoff, he moved beside Maia, settled into the seat, and reached out for the microphone. Watching the scene, Elvira nearly teared up from joy. Finally, after all her effort, her brother seemed to be making a move on Maia.
However, that hope fizzled when a broad hand swooped in and grabbed the microphone before Roland could claim it.
Surprised, Roland glanced upward. There stood Chris, a sly grin on his lips. “I know this song, too,” he said, voice smooth and steady. Turning to Maia, he asked, “Ms. Watson, would you mind singing this one with me p>
She met his gaze and gave a small shake of her head, letting him know that she didn’t mind.
Seeing her response, Chris circled the table and took the seat right next to Maia. With a cool tone, he addressed Roland, “Mind sliding over p>
Chris didn’t wait for a reply. He nudged Roland aside and filled the empty space himself.
“You!” Roland started, fists balling up, but the crowd kept him from making a scene. Swallowing his anger, he took a spot further away.
Chris’ closeness radiated through the thin material, and Maia could feel his warmth. She turned to him, her eyes finding his, and caught the playful determination in his smile.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺. 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
A flush crept across Maia’s cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze.
Her hand clung to the microphone a bit tighter without her noticing. Elvira, watching the scene, could barely hold back her irritation. She was ready to snatch the microphone back from Chris herself.
Before she could even rise, Maxwell darted over and pressed her back into her seat.
“Miss Cullen, care to join me for a drink? I’m from Drakmire, too!” She hardly had time to process his words before he handed her a drink.
“You p>
Just then, Pattie stood up, restarted the love song, and lowered the lights, setting the mood all over again. The melody started once more.
Chris’ resonant voice, rich and captivating, enveloped Maia as he gazed at her with unguarded affection. His hand reached out, entwining with hers, a touch that whisked her back to the waltz they had shared under the previous night’s starlit glow. Not only did Chris move with the grace of a seasoned dancer, but his voice also carried the soul of a born singer.
Maia found herself spellbound by the tender love song he wove, its melody wrapping around her heart. Emboldened, she lifted the microphone and joined him.
“My first love, you’re every breath that I take. You’re every step I make. And I, I want to share all my love with you… And your eyes, they tell me how much you care. Ooh yes, you will always be my endless love p>
Their voices blended into a harmony that seemed to echo the divine. With every stolen glance, Maia met Chris’ warm, adoring eyes, her pulse quickening and a flush creeping across her cheeks. The song, mercifully, veiled her fluster.
“What a stunning duet!” Maxwell declared, his voice brimming with admiration.
Beside him, Elvira clenched her jaw, a flicker of frustration betraying her composure. Though she grudgingly acknowledged that Chris’ voice complemented Maia’s, perhaps even surpassing her brother Roland’s, if only by a whisper, she refused to admit it aloud.