Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody and Edward) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 The Muse 

Chapter 131 The Muse 

Her soft fingertips gently massaged his temples, draining away all of his fatigue. 

Melody brushed past him with a cold indifference, treating him as if he were a stranger. 

What happened to Melody? 

How did she become so heartless and distant toward her own brother? 

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These thoughts stirred a growing restlessness in Derrick’s heart and wrapped tighter around him. It then suffocated him with an almost unbearable pressure. 

As one of the top singers in the industry, he couldn’t bring himself to admit that Melody’s release had overshadowed his new song. 

What’s worse is that Colin, the once–respected musical genius, has switched sides. He was now openly supporting Melody, even sneering at his job. 

This was the greatest insult for a musician like Derrick, who loved and revered music with all his heart. 

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Yet, the most crushing thing he had endured in the past three years was the recurring criticism that he’ll never surpass his debut album, Surge! 

The truth was, Surge wasn’t just his work–it was something he had created together with Suzie. 

Suzie was his muse in music. 

No artist could resist loving their muse. Suzanna had played piano since childhood, mastering not only the instrument but also excelling in calligraphy, painting, and chess. 

Her talent easily rivaled Melody’s. 

It should have been Suzanna, not Melody, who was now celebrated as the entire internet’s musical prodigy. 

Derrick sudd ly turned to Suzanna and asked, “Suzie, do you remember that arrangement of Night Bloom Nocturne you played three years ago? Where’s the sheet music? Or maybe, can you still play the notes from memory?” 

He didn’t notice how Suzanna’s fingers turned even paler, stiffening slightly when he mentioned the music piece. 

Three years ago, the biggest inspiration for Surge wasn’t just the sheet music Suzzana had given him. 

He also needed inspiration. It was also the night he wandered through the garden, where he overheard her playing Night Bloom Nocturne on the piano. 

One hundred years ago, an international piano master composed the piece. Pianists worldwide have reinterpreted it as a tribute. 

But that night, Suzzana’s rendition was unlike any he had ever heard. Her music flowed like water from her fingertips, blending with the summer night, the cicadas, and the frogs‘ chorus. It was as though a 

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Chapter 181 The Muse 

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hidden spring bubbled up from the mountains, sending ripples across the still surface of a quiet lake. 

It was as if countless musical fairies were inviting someone to dance, lighthearted yet tinged with a touch of sadness. 

Even though Night Bloom Nocturne lamented partings, it was also a celebration of summer nights. 

While the original composition was ethereal and otherworldly, Suzzana’s arrangement breathed an air of melancholic sorrow into it. It felt as though there was a fierce emotion brewing beneath the surface, a passionate flame now dimmed by loneliness and grief but still alive with hope for something more. 

This intricate contrast–self–inflicted pain without self–pity, restraint paired with rebellious determination