Take Me Away novel Chapter 37

The pair stepped down the stage and were instantly greeted by a prolonged applause from the crowd and roaring praise.

"Isn't that girl Fiona? She is so beautiful!"

"You know, I actually heard that she and Ryan are quite close. They seem to be together!"

"I think they would certainly make a good match. They're both so talented and their chemistry is undeniable.

They look like the perfect pair."

Spencer was sitting among the crowd. He could feel his anger rising as he heard the audiences reactions towards Fiona and Ryan. He abruptly stood up and headed towards the backstage.

Meanwhile, Ryan and Fiona were alone backstage. He was holding her hand tenderly.

"So, how did it feel being on stage?" Ryan asked, breathing shallowly.

"Not bad. You played your violin beautifully," she replied, smiling at him

"Thank you. You also played the piano really well tonight," Ryan said. "I'd love to hear you playing the piano more often."

"Hmm," she replied with shyness.

"Fiona, did you hear what the audience were shouting after our performance?" He was looking at her intently, and smiled mischievously.

"I..." Fiona was blushing. She felt nervous and her palms were sweaty. She looked down and realized that Ryan was still holding her hand. "Ryan, we're not on stage anymore but our hands..."

Ryan held her hand tighter and said, "Fiona. I don't want to let you go anymore."

"What are you saying, Ryan?" Fiona was surprised. She looked at him with confusion, wondering what this all meant.

"I want to be with you, Fiona. Don't you see? Everyone wants us to be together." Ryan's expression softened. He looked at her gently and continued, "Fiona, I've never cared about anyone this much. I love you. Please get to know me. Please give me a chance." He gently took her into his arms in an embrace, and Fiona found herself in a daze.

She could feel his heart beat against hers, and they were in the same rhythm.

Fiona felt excited hearing the cheers from the crowd, and at the same time, she had never felt so calm than she did at that moment in his arms. She felt so relaxed in Ryan's company. He was considerate, gentle, and cultured.

She couldn't refuse the magnetic attraction she felt towards him. She buried her head in his arms. Her mind was clear, as she reciprocated his gentleness and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Fiona's response filled Ryan's heart with so much joy.

"Fiona, I..." Ryan said to her softly.

Out of the blue, they heard someone clapping behind them.

Fiona felt her body tense up and she didn't want to leave the safety of Ryan's arms. She turned to see where the claps were coming from and saw Ella, looking elegant as ever.

Ella was walking towards them, smiling. "Congratulations, your performance was amazing. And now I find you both here, backstage, being so sweet. Please do come and join the public!"

Fiona's face was bright red. Ryan, however, kept his calm and asked her, "Why are you here?"

"Well, I do have a reason, of course," Ella said. "There's someone looking for you, Ryan. Why not leave and have a look?"

Ryan nodded. He turned to Fiona and said, "You go ahead and get changed first. I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Fiona nodded and watched him leave.

"Good for you, Fiona," Ella said, giving her a pat on the back. "Go for it. I'm going to go on stage now."

Fiona finally looked at him with her eyes wide open. She was angry and afraid. "What do you want, Spencer?"

"I know you like him. But you can't be with him. So now, guess what my next move is."

Fiona took a deep breath. Suddenly it hit her—she understood what he meant. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'll never marry you, Spencer!" she yelled.

She was sure that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with him. She was young and she had so much ahead of her.

Spencer laughed and said, "Oh, Fiona. You say you don't want to get married?" He was obviously mocking her as he was speaking. He tightened his grip on her chin, looked her straight in the eye, and said in a cold voice, "Well, that's not your decision to make, Fiona."

Fiona's mouth was trembling. She looked at him and said, "Tomorrow, I'll talk to Grandpa!"

"Well what a pity! Because it's too late!" Suddenly, Spencer put both this hands on her shoulders. Her eyes burst open, red with shock and fear. "Don't even try to struggle, Fiona! You are going to marry me, and you are going to marry me tonight. It's happening tonight."

"What?" Fiona was horrified. All she could do was look at him in terror.

He took a good look at her sad face, and he proceeded to grab her and carry her over his shoulders, walking towards the back door.

"Spencer! Please stop!" Fiona was screaming. She had never been so terrified. Struggling to get away, she screamed, "Put me down, now! Where are you taking me to? Spencer, put me down!"

"We're going to get married right now!" Spencer kicked open the back door, still carrying her. He was walking towards the desolated narrow path behind the auditorium.

The echoes of laughter in the hall faded away. No matter how hard Fiona struggled, her efforts were useless. "Spencer, I don't want to marry you. Put me down! Now!"

Without saying a word, Spencer rushed to the parking lot.

Johnson saluted him. When he saw what was going on, he thought to himself, 'Is this why Spencer wanted me to come here in such a hurry? To take Fiona back? Why does he look like a robber?'