Max stared as the pen fell from Gabriella's grasp. Aren't the fingers of a pianist usually stable? Then, why was that girl's hand shaking so much?
"What's wrong?" the man asked while raising an eyebrow.
“I-I don't know. My hands are out of control,” Gabriella replied softly. A single tear flowed down as the girl's eyes flickered. Great anxiety had risen in her heart.
After racking his brain for a moment, the man finally sighed. "Ah, it might be the effect of the drink you drank yesterday."
"Will my fingers keep shaking?" Gabriella asked before turning her head around with a very honest face. It unexpectedly touched the CEO's heart.
"Of course not. It's only temporary. You just need to eat and rest. Tomorrow morning, your hands won't be shaking anymore,” Max explained with a flat face.
