?<strong>Chapter 448:</strong>


    “Joelle, how long are you going to keep sleeping? Hmm?” he murmured softly, tenderly brushing her hair. “I miss you so much.”


    Adrian held her hand tightly, struggling to control his overwhelming emotions.


    Moonlight streamed onto the windowsill as he carefully polished the white violin Joelle had once used for her performances. A sudden thought struck him—he had been the one to first learn the violin before Joelle. Though he had stopped ying long ago, Joelle had turned it into her cherished dream.


    Joelle’s love for Adrian was subtly woven into the details of her daily life, hidden within the fabric of her routine.


    Each time Adrian stumbled upon it unintentionally, he found that by the moment he truly recognized it, his heart felt heavy, no matter how deeply he breathed. How could he have been so blissfully unaware? Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly, reaching for the wooden guitar resting beside him.


    Adrian had learned to y the guitar during his high school days. Back then, he was brimming with youthful energy and confidence, excelling at ssical instruments, yet it was the more popr ones that drewrger crowds. ying the guitar was just a fun way to stand out at social events. Once he achieved his moment of fame, his enthusiasm dwindled.


    Though he hadn’t touched the guitar in years, his talent remained intact. Adrian plucked the strings, the gentle, melodic sounds evoking memories of carefree, youthful times.


    The doctor had mentioned that music might help awaken patients, and since Joelle cherished music, it seemed like the perfect choice. He yed one of Joelle’s favorite songs, singing along. While he wasn’t a professional singer, his deep, soothing voice masked the ws in his performance.


    After the song ended, he noticed a slight twitch in Joelle’s fingertip. It was a small movement, but it was profoundly significant.


    Adrian rushed to her bedside, calling out her name in astonishment. Her eyes stayed shut, leaving him to wonder if he’d imagined the movement.


    He yed another tune, and this time, he was certain—Joelle was indeed reacting to the music. Realizing that she could perceive the external world filled Adrian with hope that she would eventually awaken. Each night, when tranquility enveloped the world, he’d y the guitar and sing to her.


    asionally, Joelle would twitch a finger. Other times, there was no response, but there were subtle signs of recovery.


    When winter began, Can arrived with documents awaiting Adrian’s attention.


    “Mr. Miller, there’s a dinner meeting tonight.”


    Adrian, pen in hand, didn’t even nce up. “I’m not attending.”


    “This time, you really don’t have a choice,” Can said with some difficulty. “This meeting is organized by Illerith’s leading political figures. It’s not something we can simply ignore it.” In business, it was crucial to show respect to those in positions of power. This principle had been passed down through the Miller family for generations. Regardless of the current business climate, maintaining respect for those in authority was imperative.


    Reflecting on Joelle’s recent improvements, Adrian sighed and said, “Alright, go ahead and make the arrangements.”


    “Yes, sir,” Can nodded. “The meeting will take ce in Lumina, so we might need to n for an overnight stay.”


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