Chapter 339:

Morgan gently touched the violin strings, her eyes reflecting a trace of nostalgia. She asked, "Do you know how to play the violin? May I have the honor of hearing you play for me?"

Elyse nodded in agreement, immediately grasping the instrument. "What piece would you like? I'm happy to play whatever you choose."

A title quickly sprang to Morgan's mind. "Could you play 'Nocturnes'?"

"Of course," Elyse replied, settling into position and beginning to play.

While Tracy enjoyed her cake, a gentle breeze carried the music's notes. Tracy briefly closed her eyes as the breeze passed, and upon opening them, she was surprised to see tears rolling down Morgan's cheeks.

Once the music ended, Elyse noticed Morgan's tear-stained face and quickly grabbed a napkin to gently wipe away her tears. Worried, she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Embarrassed, Morgan accepted the napkin, turned her head away, and patted her eyes dry. "I'm sorry for breaking down. I don't know why, but the music deeply moved me."

"Nocturnes can be quite stirring," Elyse remarked, nodding understandingly.

Morgan quickly composed herself and, smiling at Elyse, complimented her. "Your performance was spectacular. Please let me know if you plan any concerts; I'd certainly attend."

Elyse fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. "I've actually been let go from the orchestra. Organizing a concert might be impossible."

Morgan comforted her. "That's their loss. Even for someone like me, who isn't musically inclined, your music is comforting. I'll put even more effort into organizing a solo concert then," Elyse responded, visibly encouraged by Morgan's words.

"Stop talking and come eat some cake! I can't finish it by myself," Tracy called out, nearly finished with her slice.

Elyse set down the violin and joined Tracy, selecting a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of black tea.

Meanwhile, Morgan remained still, pressing her hands to her temples, looking visibly uneasy. She couldn't articulate to Elyse what she had experienced. While watching Elyse play, Morgan thought she saw a man standing beside her. His face was unclear, but his outline was distinct, mirroring Elyse's posture with a violin in hand. As the music reached its peak, their movements synchronized.

Morgan didn't recognize the man, yet felt an eerie familiarity, as if he were of great significance to her.

A sudden sharp pain in her head made Morgan wince, her heart pounding rapidly. She crouched down, grimacing, as an inexplicable voice echoed in her mind:

"Have you been arguing with your mother again? I'm not sure how to help. Should I play 'Nocturnes' for you? The music might make you cry."

"People often hide their emotions, finding it difficult to openly express joy or sadness. As a violinist, my role is to understand these hidden emotions and provide music that resonates deeply."

"Jane, I've decided I want to spend my life with her. We imagine a future filled with an adorable child. Maybe we need you to babysit our kid. And they will call you Aunt Jane."

"Jane, can you check if this area is a good place to live? I'm considering buying a house here."

"Jane, do you know the location of that restaurant?"

"Jane, Jane, Jane…"

As these conversations replayed in her mind, she felt suffocated. Her name wasn't Jane, and she wouldn't be their babysitter.

Morgan suddenly struggled to breathe. Was a lost memory resurfacing? Did she recognize the man who kept calling her Jane? Had she been his assistant in the past?

Overwhelmed by thoughts of the man, Morgan found herself wanting to punch him. Yet, beneath the anger, a profound sadness made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Seeing Morgan's distress, Elyse stood and went to her.

Morgan looked up at Elyse. Elyse, her face etched with concern in the soft light, noticed Morgan's bewildered expression and asked again, "Are you okay? Should I call a doctor?"

In Elyse's concerned gaze, Morgan saw the man again, his expression filled with worry as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Morgan whispered, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

The ellipsis at the end suggests the story continues. I removed "noveldrama" as it wasn't appropriate within the text.