Reincarnation of Love: Being the Guardian Angel of My Stuttering Husband

Episode 20's

Rumors in the class slowly subsided over time.

Jovita looked distressed by something and did not dare to look at her.

While Faranisa always looked at him with a pair of pitying eyes.

Emily had no good impression of the two men. He was busy practicing the piano, studying, and memorizing his speech, with no time to get involved in the young girls' small showdown.

The weekend passed quickly, and the speech competition was held as scheduled on Monday.

The last class on Monday, along with study time, was changed to a speech competition, and everyone had to gather in the auditorium.

All the participants were called backstage.

By the time he got there, the cramped backstage space was already crowded and crowded with people, crowded like a small market.

Only then did Emily realize that Andrian Nicholas was also participating in this competition.

She wasn't surprised to see Emily, just raised an eyebrow and said, "You're here too?"

"Yes, no one signed up from our class, so we were pulled in," Emily shrugged.

Andrian Nicholas laughed, "Oh, same as me."

She looked around and saw Faranisa in the corner, her lips curving slightly. "In your class, the other participant is that Faranisa?"

"Yes," Emily nodded, "You know him?"

"Hehe, not so," Andrian Nicholas quickly denied, "I have to go, see you at the competition."

After he finished talking, he disappeared like a mouse looking at a cat.

Emily felt strange, but she didn't have time to think about things like this right now. He had to study the script again.

On a winter day, the air behind the stage felt piercing. A slight reddish hue appeared on Emily's face.

Someone had already taken the stage, and sounded slowly speaking in English from a distance.

Emily felt a little dizzy and could not help but take a few deep breaths. Then, someone patted her shoulder twice.

"Number three, get ready, your turn is next."

"OK, thank you," Emily nodded, folded her manuscript into a small box, put it in her skirt pocket, and raised her gaze. He saw Andrian Nicholas standing far away there, silently gesturing support for him.

Emily could not help her smile. She was naturally beautiful, and now with a small smile, her reddish face looked even sweeter, making her look more approachable.

The boys standing next to him could not help but look with wide eyes, their faces involuntarily flushed red.

The host's voice rang out from a distance, "Furthermore, we have the number three participant, Emily from the second year's regular Class. Let's give it a round of applause."

"Huf." Emily took a deep breath and walked onto the stage with the guidance of her classmate.

A spotlight of lights lit up, and the girl walked on stage in a slightly swaying school uniform skirt. She looks like a bud on a tree branch in early spring, ready to bloom.

There was a slight uproar in the audience, followed by whispers of discussion.

Raymond sat in the corner, hearing the voices of the boys behind him who were holding back a sense of excitement.

"Waw, he's my god."

"The goddess is not only good at playing the piano, but her language in English is also good."

"I heard he grew up abroad with Andrian Nicholas."

"Hey, my heart is broken. I can't compete with Andrian Nicholas."

Outside, a cold wind blew, but inside the auditorium, it was warm like spring.

Raymond sat in a comfortable chair, feeling his hair standing up in the cold wind of Vienna in December. That cold and desolate wind broke into his collar and calmed the heart that culminated with his presence.

His deep eyes were fixed on the girl on the stage.

Under the bright spotlight of the stage light, the girl's white skin seemed to be coated in a soft light, and her eyes that were sparkling like peach blossoms exuded charm.

The girl's voice was clear, like a mountain spring that carried a gust of fresh water on a summer night, flowing into the hearts of the spectators.

The girl's English was fluent, not with a formal and graceful accent, but with a relaxed charm that made the tense hearts of the people relax.

Raymond's English is not good. He tried to listen, but only understood a few disjointed words.

The hall was bright, but there was darkness in the corner.

Raymond's dark eyes seemed to merge with the silence.

Never before had he hated his incompetence as much as this moment.

He could not even master the most basic of English, and he could not understand what he was saying.

But what about Andrian Nicholas? He can shine on the same stage as her.

Even a person like him, full of confidence and alluring, he could win the hearts of everyone.

A lively applause broke out, and the girl slightly bowed to everyone.

Raymond woke up again as if from a dream. Unknowingly, he raised his hand and clapped his hands.

*

As expected, Emily won the first place.

In the space filled with people, the stage lights shone like the midday sun in summer. Emily's face radiated warmth as she received the trophy from the headmaster. He looked to the side and saw Faranisa standing not far away.

He did well today and finished third.

The petite girl stood on the edge of the stage, quickly tucked away by the surrounding crowd.

He did not look happy, his lips slightly folded, revealing a forced smile.

After the award ceremony, Emily joined the crowd backstage, tidied up her belongings, and left.

Participants bit by bit left, and backstage there were not many people left.

When Andrian Nicholas entered, only Faranisa was still in the narrow backstage area.

The girl was rather thin, sitting on a small chair and speaking in a small, almost invisible voice.

Andrian Nicholas was shocked. Saw him without making a sound, moved to the side, picked up his backpack, then turned around to leave the place.

"Andrian Nicholas." Faranisa's soft voice suddenly echoed behind her stage, "There's something I want to tell you."

Andrian Nicholas stiffened, coughed clumsily a few times, then said, "My driver is waiting at the school gate. Let's talk about this later."

"Don't you have a minute to talk to me?" Faranisa stood up quickly, her teary eyes staring at Andrian Nicholas, giving him a gripping sensation.

Andrian Nicholas took a deep breath and said, "Alright, please talk."

The auditorium was not completely empty yet, so afraid that anyone would hear, Faranisa took Andrian Nicholas to a secluded staircase.

He bit his lips, lowered his head, stroked his fingers on his shirt, and remained silent for a while.

Beside them was a window, and a gentle cool breeze entered, as if carrying a knife.

Andrian Nicholas stood in the wind, feeling the freshness on his spine. He looked at the girl in front of him, who was looking down, and a restlessness appeared in his eyes. His voice was also cold, "What do you want to say?"

It's really cold standing here.

Faranisa finally let go of her lower lip, raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. He looked at the cold indifference in his eyes, replacing the sunlight that was normally there, like a freezing wind.

"I don't like you." Faranisa heard him say in a sharp tone.

On the empty stairs, his words echoed slightly. Faranisa stood there speechless, as if those cold and firm words were echoing repeatedly in her ears.

He felt his heart crack, and his gentle love, exposed by the cold wind, sent a chill all over his body, freezing every limb and bone.

"Why?" His voice trembled with caution.

In the dim yellow light, Andrian Nicholas' face remained flat. His eyes, not pitch black, but pale tea-colored, looked indifferent and elusive.

He stood up straight, looked at the staircase full of scorn, and uttered coldly, "There's no particular reason, I just don't like you."

They were in the same class in the first year, and originally, she did not have any feelings towards this weak girl. She did not hate him or like him, so she politely declined the expression of her heart.

However, one time, on the stairs, she accidentally heard this weak girl, who usually looked scared talking out loud, talking badly about another girl in their class with her soft voice.

The girl he was talking about was Andrian Nicholas' desk mate.

She was a quiet and calm girl, weak yet kind, always helping others without expecting anything in return. He used to be close to Faranisa like a brother.

Starting from an unknown time, the girls in the class began to isolate him, blatantly and subtly making fun of him.

Andrian Nicholas initially did not understand the reason behind it.

But at that moment, he understood everything.

The girl, who looked weak and needed protection, made many boys feel sorry for her, she was like a fly-eating plant.

He hid his inner evils behind his weak appearance, making it easier for everyone to get caught up before he dealt his fatal blow.

He could not like such a girl, even he felt fear and disgust in his heart.

As Andrian Nicholas stood in the silent corridor, his phone in his pocket began to shake.

That's a call from the driver. He replied with an apology, "I'm sorry, sir, there's business first. Please wait for me in five minutes, I'll be here soon."

Andrian Nicholas hung up the phone and coldly said, "If there's no more, I'll go."

He did not wait for Faranisa to say anything and directly went up the stairs.

"Wait."

Andrian Nicholas stopped his steps, his tone filled with impatience. "What else?"

"Is it because of Emily that you rejected me? Do you like it?" Faranisa snorted, her voice held back by the cries.

A light of impatience flashed in the eyes of Andrian Nicholas. "He has nothing to do with it. Don't bother him, and don't look for me again."

The tall young man slowly vanished into the corridor, leaving Faranisa who was fixated on the spot. Tears are flooding in his eyes.

Through her blurry vision, she recalled the cramped backstage, where the young man, with his head held high and his bright smile, addressed Emily.

But he doesn't even care about himself.

As her tears slowly flowed, a shadow of sadness formed in her misty eyes.

She wiped away her tears, the corner of her mouth curved into an evil smile on her pretty face.