Rich Woman Dared A Delivery Man To Play The Piano — "If You Play This Piano, I'll Marry You"

Rich Woman Dared A Delivery Man To Play The Piano — "If You Play This Piano, I'll Marry You"

Chapter 13

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Philip smiled, a real, warm smile. "I already forgave you when I walked out of your mansion."

Catherine wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Philip's forgiveness lifted a huge weight from her heart, but there was something she still had to ask.

"Philip," she began hesitantly, "may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why did you stop playing? I mean, after what happened with your mother, you still have this incredible talent. Why didn't you go back?"

Philip looked at his hands, the same hands that a few hours ago had made the piano sing. "At first, I couldn't," he said softly. "The pain was too great. Every time I saw a piano, I saw my mother sitting in the front row at my concerts. It was her dream, you know, to see me play."

Catherine listened in silence.

"Then, when I finally found the strength to play again, I realized something: the music world had moved on without me. I had lost my contacts, my opportunities. Nobody remembered Philip Mercer anymore."

"But tonight, everyone recognized you."

Philip smiled sadly. "Tonight was the first time in seven years that I have played in front of anyone, and it was liberating." He turned to her. "Thank you, in a strange way. If you hadn't challenged me, perhaps I would never have found the courage to touch those keys again."

Catherine shook her head. "Do not thank me for my cruelty."

"I am not thanking you for that. I am thanking you for reminding me of who I am."

A sudden idea flashed through Catherine's mind. Her eyes lit up. "Philip, listen. I have many contacts in the world of culture and art. I can help you. I can organize concerts, introduce you to important people. I can—"

"No," Philip interrupted, gently but firmly.

Catherine stopped, confused. "But why not? I want to help you. I want to do something good after what I did."

Philip stood up from the bench, looked at the canal, his hands in his pockets. "Catherine, I understand that you want to make amends, and I truly appreciate the thought." He turned to her. "But if I return to music through your contacts, it would be a gift, a charity. And I don't want that."

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