Tangled with Brothers

Chapter 3 She's a Genius Pianist

Miranda smiled lightly and replied straightforwardly, "Sure."

She turned gracefully, lifted her dress, and walked elegantly to the stage.

Seeing Miranda so composed, Lawrence furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed on her every move.

Sitting at the piano bench, Miranda bowed to the audience in the banquet hall, then touched the piano, tuned it, and prepared before sitting down.

Her delicate fair fingers danced lightly over the piano keys as she played Chopin's Piano Concerto in E minor.

Within the fifth second of the music, everyone in the banquet hall was involuntarily focused on Miranda.

The E minor Concerto she played was different from the calm and melancholic tunes people usually heard. She transformed it into a lively, romantic tempo with a touch of Mozart's style.

Alone, she played two different styles with dazzling techniques, creating a unique performance.

From Miranda stepping onto the stage to her focused performance, Lawrence's gaze never left her.

His eyes narrowed lightly, showing astonishment, shock, disbelief, and then an unmistakable admiration.

He though,t "How could she learn to play piano?"

The piece concluded with a magnificent ending, and Miranda gifted everyone at the banquet with a beautiful night.

Miranda stood up, bowed again to the crowd, and thanked them.

The atmosphere was electrified with applause and exclamations, and people began discussing.

"I know her, Miranda. She won an international piano competition at just sixteen. She's a genius pianist."

"Oh, is she the prodigy praised as the female 'Chopin' by the piano world?"

"Yes, it should be her!"

As Miranda left the stage, Andrew rushed over excitedly, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Darling, you were amazing!"

Miranda was startled by Andrew, raising her hand to his shoulder, signaling him to put her down.

Andrew set Miranda down and was about to kiss her, but Lawrence walked over and said, "Miss Larson."

Miranda abruptly pushed Andrew away, glaring defensively at Lawrence.

What does this man want now?

Lawrence's lips curled into a deep, mysterious smile as he said, "You really are impressive, beyond my expectations."

Miranda walked towards Lawrence, extending her hand with the back facing up, palm down, to receive a hand-kissing gesture.

Now, she should be worthy of his hand-kissing, right?

Lawrence looked down at the delicate, slender hand.

This time, he had misjudged, accepting his defeat with grace.

He gently took Miranda's right hand, leaned down, and kissed her fingertips.

He paused and puzzled. "Why are her fingers so warm?"

After the hand-kissing, Lawrence turned and went to greet other guests.

Laura, who liked Miranda's performance, came over to talk to her, inviting her to visit the Dawson family more often, thereby acknowledging her status as Andrew's girlfriend.

The banquet continued until after ten o'clock at night, with guests leaving one after another.

Andrew also helped see off the guests.

Miranda sat on the sofa, her face slightly pale, lightly pressing her right hand with her left. Beads of sweat slowly formed on her forehead.

When Lawrence returned to the living room, he saw Miranda sitting alone on the sofa, lost in thought.

Miranda stood up, intending to find Andrew to tell him she was feeling unwell and needed to leave early. However, just a few steps out, she suddenly collapsed.

Lawrence, heading upstairs, saw this scene.

Frowning, he ran back to the living room and picked her up.

"Mr. Lawrence, Miss Larson's fingers had previously suffered a comminuted fracture, and the bones haven't fully healed. Recently, her fingers have likely been injured again, with the fracture line being slightly asymmetric."

The family doctor, reviewing Miranda's imaging report, reported her condition to Lawrence. "Her hand needs at least two months of rest to heal properly. She shouldn't have played tonight."

Listening to the family doctor, Lawrence recalled the night a month ago.

His hands had tightly clasped hers, and when he released himself, he had almost used all his strength to crush her bones.

Amid the passion, he heard the sound of bones breaking and her cries of pain.

So, it was he who caused her hand to be injured again.

Coming back to his senses, Lawrence's expression turned cold. "I understand. You may leave now."

The family doctor bowed respectfully and left the guest room.

Lawrence returned to the bedside, looking down at the woman still deeply asleep.

Gently, he leaned down, reaching out to touch her forehead.

Miranda suddenly opened her eyes, seeing Lawrence's hand hovering in the air, and asked in surprise, "What... What are you doing?"

Lawrence was momentarily stunned, then composedly withdrew his hand. "Your hand is badly injured. The doctor recommends two months of rest."

Miranda looked at her right hand. The injured fingers were already bandaged.

"I'm responsible for your injury. From today, you'll stay at the Dawson family to recuperate."

Miranda was shocked and looked up at Lawrence, refusing, "No need. This is my own issue, not related to you."

Miranda put on her shoes and tried to leave the guest room, stepping past Lawrence.

Lawrence frowned. No one had ever dared refuse him. He thought, "This woman truly lacks appreciation!"

He moved quickly, blocked her path, and pinned her to the bed, regardless of her scream.

"Stop! Let me go!"

"Can't you understand? Your hand is severely injured!" Lawrence said.

"That's none of your business! Let me go!"

In a moment of desperation, Miranda slapped Lawrence hard across the face.

A bright red handprint slowly appeared on Lawrence's handsome face.

Miranda's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Let me go."

"You're the first person in the world to dare slap me," Lawrence said coldly. "If you want to ruin your hand, I can help you with that right now. Stay and recuperate, and I will help you protect your hand if you wish to continue playing the piano." He paused and added gruffly, "I won't bother you again."

Before he could finish, urgent footsteps and Andrew's shouting came from outside. "Miranda! Miranda!"

Andrew burst in.

"What are you two doing?"