Always Been Yours (Tessa and Nicholas) novel Chapter 887

Always Been Yours Chapter 887

Chapter 887 Desperate

"Just what the heck is missing?” Tessa stared at her manuscript, baffled.

She didn't think there was any problem with the allegro melody at the beginning, or the trill to lento at the end. Even so, she trusted her musicality more. After all, she had an acute sense of musicality. If she thought something wasn't right, there was definitely something she had overlooked or was unaware of.

Because of this, the time she spent in the study would drag longer by the day.

Fortunately, Nicholas would punctually enter the study every night to urge her to bed.

However, Tessa only grew more irritable as the concert date drew closer, for she still didn't have a piece she could present.

Of course, these changes didn't go unnoticed by Nicholas and Timothy, and they were naturally distressed by it.

That night, Timothy locked his brows into a deep furrow when he saw his sister locking herself in the study again right after dinner.

"Nicholas, are you not going to do something about this? If Tess keeps this up, she'll get sick eventually." He fixed his gaze at his brother-in-law sitting across from him, displeased.

"Who said I’m not going to do anything?" Nicholas retorted plainly with an indifferent glance.

At midnight, Nicholas brought a glass of milk to the study. Before he could knock on the door, he heard Tessa's somewhat infuriating bellow. “Damn it! What the heck is the problem?!”

He pushed the door open gently to find a disarranged study; rejected sheet music and materials were strewn all over the floor, and his frustrated wife sat behind the large desk, grabbing her head with both hands.

At that, he walked over lightly and handed her the glass of milk while dissuading, "Don't force yourself if you can't figure out what's wrong."

"When did you come in, Nicholas?" Tessa looked up in surprise.

"I came in while you were pulling on your hair," he answered with a smile.

Tessa's face flushed crimson upon hearing so. Doesn't that mean he saw me freaking out?! Sh*t, my image is ruined!

Nicholas chuckled at the sight of his dear wife's constantly-changing expression and pulled her into his arms. "You're stunning to me no matter when," he cooed while riveting his gaze at her.

His words were like honey doused on her heart, making her feel loved. It even alleviated the frustration she had been feeling because of the piece.

"You're such a smooth-talker. Alright, enough talking. I still haven't gotten my piece down. You should go ahead and get to bed." She tried to leave Nicholas' embrace as she spoke, but the man had no intention of letting his wife go.

"What is it?” Tessa looked up at him quizzically.

"Let's call it a day and get some rest."

"But my piece—"

"I know you're anxious about getting your piece done. However, pushing yourself like this will only backfire." Nicholas cut her off and advised, "I think you should take some time off and relax. Tomorrow happens to be the weekend. Since you don't have to go to the orchestra, I’ll take you out for some fresh air. Who knows, you might get inspired by the end of the day."