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Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Girls Should Be Reserved

“Woah!!” A surprised voice sounded at the door, and Yigol Mamet stood in the doorway, his eyes wide open. He had never been in a relationship before, so he had never witnessed such an explosive scene. He stood at the door for a few seconds, his cheeks flushing slightly.

After a moment, he exclaimed in astonishment, “Xaviera Evans, I never expected you to be such an aggressive woman, actually pinning Caleb Mamet down?”

Xaviera: “…” When did you ever see me taking the initiative?

As Yigol pointed this out, her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. She hurriedly pushed Caleb away, got up from him and yelled in frustration, “Yigol Mamet! Are you asking for death?”

Looking at Caleb, he got up gracefully, straightened his messy shirt, and slowly looked up, “What are you here for?”

Yigol looked into Caleb’s cold eyes and shivered, “I don’t… don’t have anything. I just didn’t know the two of you were…”

Caleb’s lips were slightly red, and there was a hint of mistiness in his eyes. He looked at Yigol indifferently, smiled faintly, making Yigol shiver in fear.

Yigol defended himself tremblingly, “It’s your fault for not locking the door while being intimate! And Xaviera, you’re a woman, you should be more reserved, how can you pin Caleb down?”

Xaviera gritted her teeth in anger, “Yigol, do you want to keep your eyes?”

Yigol shook his head frantically, his cheeks flushing as he was too embarrassed to look at Xaviera, “I didn’t see anything, just want to remind you that girls shouldn’t be too aggressive…”

Xaviera interrupted Yigol’s words in exasperation, “How do you deal with a disobedient child? You probably need to spank them, right? You need to beat him a lesson.”

Yigol gasped in fear, terrified perspiration popping out on his body. It wasn’t his fault that he accidentally pushed open the bedroom door. He had called them before coming, but they didn’t answer.

Xaviera picked up Caleb’s phone, clearly showing the missed call from Yigol. In fact, Yigol rushed over because he wanted to see the Spex Violin. After all, this violin was very famous in the music world, and Yigol loved music, so he couldn’t help but come over.

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A moment later, Xaviera prepared the violin, thought for a moment and then smoothly plucked the violin strings.

Yigol listened enchantedly, “This piece is ‘All Things’? Xaviera, you can actually play this piece? You’re amazing!”

‘All Things’ is a very difficult piece to perform, which is impossible for ordinary people. Only outstanding musicians can play it perfectly. Yigol, having heard this piece accidentally at a concert, didn’t expect Xaviera to be able to play it too.

In his excitement, Yigol forgot about Caleb standing beside him. He approached Xaviera, his eyes sparkling like stars, and asked in a childish voice, “Xaviera, will you teach me to play ‘All Things’, please?”

For the following hour, Xaviera patiently taught Yigol how to play the piece, occupying the couple time that should have belonged to Caleb. On the surface, Caleb seemed indifferent, but in reality, he was close to crushing the glass in his hand.

When was this kid going to leave?

Caleb, bored, decided to learn how to play the violin while Xaviera was teaching Yigol. He quickly grasped the essentials of playing the violin. When Yigol finally left, Caleb approached Xaviera, speaking bitterly, “It’s just a violin, who doesn’t know how to play it?”

Xaviera looked surprised, “You can play the violin too?”

The man sat down gracefully, exuding an elegant and dignified air. His posture was perfect, his fingers gently touching the strings. The corner of his mouth hooked slightly, “Yes, let me play for you.”

Xaviera was both surprised and delighted. She had never heard that Caleb could play the violin, but she knew that someone as outstanding as him would definitely dazzle everyone when he played. So she sat on the sofa, propping her cheeks and expectantly watching him.

And then…

The smile on Xaviera’s face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hint of awkwardness, “Caleb…”

It was hard to imagine the elegant and handsome man in front of her could produce such a terrible sound. He seemed so immersed in his playing, but it exuded a half-dead feeling.

Caleb’s expression was indifferent, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his movements were as standard as a professional. Even the rhythm of his fingers on the strings was professional. However, the sound he produced was far from pleasing. For a moment, Xaviera even doubted her own ears were having problems.