The Foreign Softness

##Bab 95 Party Mask

In the south-facing room, an antique pendant lamp of sheepskin emitted a faint light that shone down on the two men.

Jasmine stood by the piano, teaching the little boy carefully. Denis lowered his head, his ten soft fingers touching the piano keys, his little face was very serious and resolute.

I didn't bother them, I just stood at the door and listened quietly. Although the piano sounded disjointed and still very rigid, Denis was however just a boy who was not yet three years old and did not have any musical foundation. In a short period of more than 20 days, this was a great surprise to come.

The little boy was practicing the piano seriously and was unaware of my arrival. However, Jasmine had already noticed it, she smiled at me, but was a little surprised and walked out of the room.

He closed the door gently, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Inadvertently scratched by a cat."

I stretched out my hand and stroked my still sore face.

Jasmine frowned slightly and shook her head slowly, "Truly sloppy."

I sat down with Jasmine on the old-fashioned sofa in the living room, the nanny serving fragrant and elegant white chrysanthemum tea.

Jasmine said, "Is Stella still looking for trouble with you?"

I shook my head. Recalling Stella's slap, the corner of my mouth turned into a smile, "Mom Jasmine, thank you for teaching Denis to play the piano."

Jasmine smiled a little helplessly, "I regard Denis as my grandson. I have a soul mate with this child. Don't say thank you, it'll sound foreign."

As the phone rang in the living room, Jasmine got up to answer the phone.

As he answered the phone and returned, his gentle expression turned solemn, "Something happens in Canada, I'll go there tomorrow. You stayed here to take care of Denis these few days. Now that your leg is still injured, you can have Aunt Lani take care of you."

"Is there a serious problem there?"

I'm a little worried.

Jasmine said, "Not too serious, but it should be checked first to find out the clarity. These few days, you stay here quietly."

After Jasmine finished speaking, she got up and went to the bedroom. Auntie Lani followed him too. When I walked in, Aunt Lani was helping Jasmine with her suitcase.

Denis ran out of the piano room, shouting, "Grandmother?"

A loud voice that could dispel all the worries in the heart, Jasmine looked up and a warm smile was painted on her pretty face, "Denis, mother has already come, have you seen mother?"

Denis giggled and threw his body into my arms, he hugged my legs with his two small hands, "Mother."

I carried the little boy, smelling the stye little face. Denis hugged my neck with his little arms while pursing his lips and kissing both of my cheeks.

"Mom, did you hear Denis playing the piano? Denis studies every day and grandma praises me too."

"Well, I've heard it, Denis is amazing."

I can't help but kiss Denis' little face again.

When we had kissed each other enough, Denis got out of my arms and ran to Jasmine's side, "Grandmother where are you going? Wanna go?"

Jasmine raised her hand and touched Denis little head with a loving expression on her face, "Grandmother is going back to Canada to handle some work. Grandma's coming back soon. From tomorrow, I'll come to accompany you."

"Well, that's great!"

Denis clapped his little hands and jumped. He suddenly frowned with a melancholy expression and said in his little boy's voice, "But what if Denis misses Grandma? Is Grandma gonna call Denis?"

"Of course, baby."

Jasmine smiled and touched Denis's little nose with her fingers.

Then, Denis smiled and wrapped his little arm around Jasmine's neck, then said with a giggle, "Grandmother, Denis will be waiting for your call."

That night, I stayed at Jasmine's house. The next morning, Jasmine boards an assistant car to the airport. I left Denis to Aunt Lani and went to work.

The bus stops about 300 metres from Kewell. I got out of the car and stepped onto the sidewalk with crutches. A car happened to be approaching on the opposite side. It was a very beautiful Ferrari and a young woman got out of the car.

She's wearing sunglasses, but I can still recognize she's Stella. Two days ago, Stella's cheeks were still slightly swollen from Joan's slap. It seemed like he was wearing sunglasses to cover up the oddity on his face, but it was obvious that the oddity could not be covered.

Stella also looked at me and our gazes met each other. The eyes behind her sunglasses looked at me, I could feel hatred from the bottom of my heart, as if the next second she would come to tear me apart.

After all, yesterday's slap made him lose face. He received a heavy blow and felt an indescribable pain.

"Clara, just wait! Sooner or later, I'll get your revenge."

After Stella finished speaking coldly, her slender body entered the building proudly and coldly.

While I was busy at the law firm, I received a message from if I could turn back the clock, 'My relatives really like your cake, especially the mixed-race cousins who came back from abroad. He loves the culture here. If you have time, he wants to invite you home.'

I'm, 'I don't seem to have time and my legs are still not healed.You know, I'm visiting with an injured leg. Isn't it too ugly?'

If you can turn back time, 'you don't have to worry about this, no one will laugh at you.'

For some reason, I somehow believed the words if it could turn back time, maybe we had the same experience of being betrayed by a partner and we felt spiritually closer.

"OK, when?"

I'm also a little interested in cousins if I can turn back the clock. I want to meet a mixed-race girl who likes old-fashioned styles.

'Three days later. I'll pick you up from where you work, 'reply if I can turn back time.

In the morning three days later, I kissed Denis on the forehead, "Denis, I'll be back later, you can practice the piano at home and wait for mom to come back."

"Good."

Denis nodded a little. Although this little boy was not yet three years old, he had a natural love for the piano. He did not need an adult to urge him every day. He'll go alone to the piano room. At the grave hour, Aunt Lani still had to call him, she was just about to come out.

If calling him out to play for a while, he would say seriously, "No, Denis should practice this song. When grandma comes back, I'll play for grandma."

Little one really has tenacity, so I can just squeeze her little face and let it go.

After work, the car if it can turn back the time parked outside Kewell as scheduled. The thin and slender man was quiet as usual.

In his silence, I tilted my head to take a nap and arrived at a house with a garden.

If you can turn back the time to release the seatbelt, "It's here."

I got out of the car and he handed me my crutches, my legs have recovered a lot, but I still can't without crutches.

If being able to turn back the clock led me to the villa door, a young girl with a sharp nose and deep eye sockets, as well as very firm and beautiful facial features walked out. I guess he's a cousin if he can turn back time.

Sure enough, if he could turn back time, "He's my cousin, Elisha. Elisa, she's the old-fashioned cake maker I told you about, Clara."

If I could turn back the time calling me an old-fashioned cake maker, I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's the first time I've heard a call like that."

Elisha smiled and extended his hand to me and said in a slightly western tone, "Hello, I really like your work. I shared the photo to Facebook and my friends were very surprised by such a cake. They said they'd also order a cake like that for their birthday."

Elisha's words surprised me, followed by excitement, "Thank you, glad to be of service to them."

After making small talk with Elisha, another guest came. Elisa went to greet the guests and I entered the villa hall if I could turn back the time.

The villa is a European-style building and the decor style is also European-style. Cheerful music played in the hall. There were already quite a few guests inside and they were all wearing various masks on their faces.

I was surprised and looked in the direction if I could turn back time. He smiled and said, "Forgot to tell you, it's a masquerade party. All who come are Elisha's friends."

I was silent, unable to digest the news for a moment. A waiter had brought a tray with all kinds of colorful masks on it. If you can turn back the time make an elegant "please choose" motion to me.

While I was still shocked and overwhelmed, I took the fox mask and put it on my face.

Then, if it could turn back time put on a vampire mask and enter the hall. Besides being able to turn back time, I don't know the people here. Nor do I know which mask Elisha wore and which one he was.

People dance to cheerful music. I'm half-paralyzed with the help of crutches. Of course, no one came to invite me. I don't know if I can turn back the time to go where. I stood alone in front of the buffet table and chose a snack. After eating slowly, my heart began to regret it. Why would I think of coming to see Elisha? We are not the same person at all.

Someone of high stature came.

He had a clown mask on his face, his hands were in his pants pocket, his pants were straight and his posture was excellent.

I looked at the man strangely, the man was also looking at me. I smiled at him. Even though we didn't know each other and I didn't know what the face behind the clown mask was like, when we met, we were friends.

"Are you alone?" asked the man in a low and hoarse voice.

"Hm."

I nodded while using a silver fork to put sweet food into my mouth.

The man took two steps forward and lowered his head as if he was looking at me.

"You don't seem to be able to dance, go for a walk?"