After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 189 - 185

Maria’s eyes were already filled with crystal-clear tears.

She was about to go on stage to perform, but the original accompanist had suddenly encountered a problem.

At this moment, who could she turn to for help?

The anxiety in her heart surged like a tidal wave, making her feel a sense of suffocation.

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A clear voice broke the tense atmosphere backstage.

Rainny White walked in.

She wore the perfect smile on her face.

"Were you just talking about someone needed for accompaniment?

If you don’t mind, I can help play the piano."

Rainny’s voice was gentle but carried a bit of confidence. She could play the piano, and quite well at that.

During her work-study days, she often played the piano in coffee shops. Those days, though hard, honed her piano skills.

She thought to herself, if she could help Brother Carter, she could outshine that Emily Parker.

"Who is she?"

Maria’s eyes lit up when she heard someone could help, as if seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness, but then she looked at Rainny with full of doubt.

"I’m a friend of Brother Carter.

And you’re Brother Carter’s sister, just call me Sister Rainny."

Rainny’s lips curved up, her eyes filled with friendliness, trying to leave a good impression on Maria.

Maria subconsciously glanced at her sister-in-law Emily, who appeared calm and composed. She nodded slightly, her voice slow and measured: "Let her try."

Rainny took the sheet music handed to her, glanced at it, and the sweet smile on her face instantly froze.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the sheet music, and after a moment, she spoke somewhat awkwardly,

"This piece is quite difficult.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to play it well right away."

She felt deeply regretful, thinking she could showcase her skills in front of Brother Carter, but didn’t expect the difficulty of the piece to far exceed her imagination. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of so many people and become a laughingstock.

Upon hearing this, the hope in Maria’s heart instantly shattered, and her face crumpled,

"I knew it.

After all, it’s a piece from Skysound Studio, and even Cameron John only got the hang of it after playing several times."

Mentioning Cameron John again sparked Maria’s anger, recalling all the unpleasant encounters with him, her fury flared up once more.

"Maybe we should just forget about it."

Maria said with a face full of dejection, her voice laden with disappointment.

She considered in her heart whether she should apologize to the teacher and cancel the performance. After all, now she couldn’t find a suitable accompanist, and going on stage would only embarrass herself.

Just as she was overwhelmed with dejection and about to give up, a determined voice suddenly rang out, "I’ll accompany."

Everyone was startled and turned their heads in unison.

In the next moment, everyone’s gaze fell on Carlos, who had stepped forward slowly.

He raised his hand to untie the exquisite tie around his neck, his movements elegant and fluid, then casually draped it over a chair beside him.

Immediately after, he removed the meticulously tailored suit jacket he was wearing, each action filled with confidence.

He neatly folded the suit jacket and placed it gently on the chair, then nonchalantly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean and muscular forearms.

"Brother? Can you do it?"

Maria widened her eyes, her little mouth slightly agape, her face full of surprise and doubt.

In her memory, her brother did learn piano during elementary school. At that time, he sat in front of the piano, his small fingers nimbly dancing on the keys, able to play some simple tunes.

But ever since he went abroad, his busy school and work life had filled his days with various commitments, and she hadn’t seen him touch a piano again. It’s been so many years, could he still do it? The doubt in her heart grew, prompting her to voice her question.

Even Emily was somewhat surprised. She had known Carlos for a long time and believed she knew him well, yet she never knew Carlos could play the piano. She slightly furrowed her brows, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, as she quickly recalled all their time together, but couldn’t remember him ever showing this talent. At this moment, she quietly stood aside, her gaze investigative, watching this man who suddenly seemed a little mysterious, pondering inwardly just how many unknown facets he had.