Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 369

Nathaniel was a bit more patient than Brett and wouldn't get pissed just because Bell Salotti didn't answer his questions directly.

He reached out and grabbed Bell Salotti, repeating the question he had just asked, "What are you scared of?"

He felt something was off when she stiffened like a statue. He touched her calloused fingertips and asked, "Is it because of the violin?"

Bell Salotti shook her head, nestled in Nathaniel's arms, and dared not move. After sobbing for a while, she choked out, "Did you make me play the violin because of her? Did you want me to change my name to Izabella, not to start over but to replace her?"

She wept sorrowfully. But Nathaniel couldn't help but laugh.

"Who told you to snoop around my stuff? Isn't it better to play dumb? Why are you making trouble for yourself?" Nathaniel's voice was still gentle and nice to hear.

Bell Salotti was powerless and naive; she unwittingly signed a contract with a company and became a meal ticket for capitalists.

Nathaniel always looked down on her; if it weren’t for her face, he wouldn't even spare her a glance.

Born lower than others, without even the right to talk about self-respect, Bell Salotti didn't expect Nathaniel to admit it directly.

She stared at Nathaniel blankly, tears falling down her face.

Nathaniel pinched her face and said, "Stop crying; you don't look like her when you cry; you should smile more." As he spoke, he even used his hand to pull up the corners of her mouth. "You should smile more; then you'll look like her. Stop crying and continue practicing violin. I want to see how you've been doing."

Choking back her sobs, Bell Salotti said, "I don't want to play the violin anymore." What she really wanted to say was that she didn't want to be a replacement anymore.

Nathaniel and Brett were cut from the same cloth; their characters were not exactly the same but similar. They were used to commanding respect, and it was rare for anyone to defy them.

He grabbed Bell Salotti's hand and said, "If you don't want to play the violin anymore, then there's no need for your hands. Why not become like the person in the video, with useless hands?"

Bell Salotti's legs went soft, and only then did she truly understand Nathaniel. He was a devil, and it was laughable that she had taken this devil as her savior.

Nathaniel stroked her fingers, his movements gentle as he swept over her fingertips. Bell Salotti spoke in desperation, "I'll play; I'll play the violin for you right now."

"That's a good girl." Nathaniel patted her head as though rewarding a well-behaved puppy.

He led Bell Salotti by the hand to the violin room. Bell Salotti had no choice but to follow him in a daze, then picked up her violin and placed it on her shoulder.

Fear had a great impact on her; her playing was intermittent, and tears flowed down her cheeks onto the strings.