Goodbye, My Wretched Love

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Verbal Attack

After Claire and Arslan got to know each other formally, he invited her to sit next to him.

And seeing this, Bonita glared at Claire sharply.

If looks could kill, Claire would have been dead now.

Because of Claire's appearance, Arslan managed to muddle through the "love confession."

Since Claire and Cecil had arrived, no one wanted to continue playing the King Game anymore.

Everyone wanted to forget what had happened just now.

They all drank and chatted casually.

And during her conversation with Arslan, Claire learned that Enzo and Arslan knew each other through Arslan’s father, who appreciated the movies Enzo had filmed before.

It was also because of this connection that Arslan agreed to compose the soundtrack for the movie "Death in Ever-bright City."

"This is actually my first time writing a song for a movie.I hope I can end up with a satisfying result."

"You definitely can," Claire said.

"You are Arslan, after all."

"Well, so what if I'm Arslan? I'm also just an ordinary pianist."

Arslan said these words so sincerely that Claire couldn't help laughing.

"Your definition of ‘ordinary’ is a standard that most people can't meet in their lifetime."

Arslan clearly heard the praise and appreciation from her words, and he was elated.

But Claire, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little depressed after saying those words.

Then she added, "Actually, I once dreamed of becoming a pianist.At that time, I fell asleep every night listening to your Night Song."

After saying this, Claire stopped.She thought she shouldn't have said those words yet.It didn't matter to her if Arslan knew she was his fan.

But she planned to get along with him as a friend first.

The relationship between fans and an idol was like worshiping and being worshiped.

So it was better if they became friends.

At least they could have a better relationship.

But it was too late for Claire to take back her words.

Arslan's eyes already lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Really? You like my music too?"

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like your music? Whoever hears your pieces will definitely fall in love with them."

Arslan got even more excited.

Now he felt more convinced that composing the soundtrack for this movie was the rightest decision.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have met Claire, and he wouldn't have found that she was his fan.

The two of them talked and laughed happily.

They were having a great time.

Bonita just watched them from the side, and the anger in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Since Claire arrived, she had stolen all of Arslan's attention.

It seemed that she was the only one in his eyes.

Enzo and Wilson also tried to chat with him.

But he seemed absentminded and hardly replied.

In the end, they just stopped talking to him.

The others were also sensible enough not to disturb Arslan and Claire upon seeing them talking happily.

Everyone felt like there seemed to be a unique magnetic field that formed between them, and none of them could get in.

But how about Bonita? Could she just watch Claire taking Arslan away from her? Bonita gritted her teeth and suddenly stood up.

She picked up a glass of wine, walked towards Claire and Arslan, and squeezed between them.

The atmosphere in the private room became tense again.

When Sierra saw this, her nerves tensed up.

She got nervous, but she didn't do anything.She decided to wait and see what would happen.

"Hey, guys! What are you two talking about? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Bonita looked at Arslan and smiled.

"Can I join you?"

Arslan was having a great time chatting with Claire.

But when Bonita suddenly came over, he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

After all, when Claire came just now, the atmosphere between the two women was very unpleasant.

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He put on a cold face but still maintained politeness when he said, "It's nothing.We're talking about music."

"Oh, music?"

Bonita was annoyed by Arslan’s sudden change of attitude.

But she widened her eyes, pretended to be surprised, and looked at Claire.

"Do you know anything about music, Claire? I thought you only knew how to clean floors and toilets during your three years in the Sampson family."

As soon as these words came out of Bonita’s mouth, there was pin-drop silence in the private room.

And Claire's face turned cold at once.