My Extraordinary Wife Chapter 732

Seated with the rest of the judging committee, Ashlyn suddenly felt a pair of sharp eyes looking at her
from a distance.

She looked up and caught Lucas’ deep eyes falling upon her.

Glancing away quickly to placate her accelerating heartbeat, Ashlyn’s gaze landed on Hera again just
as the other four judges had decided upon their scores.

After the host reported her average score, Hera felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.

Good thing that it wasn’t averaged out over five. Only four judges should improve my odds.

Caleb’s voice sounded again. “Your skills are very good, but you are too technical. We couldn’t feel
your passion for the piano. Being too stiff will prevent you from really throwing yourself in and becoming
one with the piano.”

Ryan added after allowing space for applause, “Well said, Mr. Powell. I have nothing else to add,
except that I hope you’ll act with more decency in the future.”

How humiliating that was to have the flaws in your character pointed out in public like that!

Seated with the rest of the audience, Sisley’s face turned pale with anger.

“Mr. Yates is clearly aware of the relationship between us. So Why would he say something like that,
Ms. Canter?”

Mary froze for a moment as she did not dare say Ryan did not know Hera at all. “My brother is a
straightforward person,” she said with deliberate vagueness after a pause. “All artists are inherently
bad-tempered.”



A male contestant took the stage after Hera. His scores were mediocre, and certainly not as high as
hers.

Olivia was next. Throughout her wait, Charlotte stayed with her the entire time.

The two of them have hitherto remained silent since Ashlyn left.

The inexplicable atmosphere laced with awkwardness only fueled Charlotte to zip her mouth shut.

Being usually at a loss for words as she was, she found herself even more so when she needs them
the most.

Olivia was also rather awkward. She suddenly felt very stupid upon recollecting that she used to like
Lochlan and hate Charlotte.

Even more so, when I compare myself to Ashlyn. I have been a fool in the past. In fact, I’m not so
different from women like Hera.

Self-righteous and aloof, the way she used to be made her embarrassed.

The things she had done made her feel especially ashamed.

“Good luck,” Charlotte muttered before Olivia took the stage.

Olivia’s heart trembled at the kindness in Charlotte’s voice as she gazed back at the latter. “I’m sorry for
the past. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I feel ashamed about it. However, that doesn’t mean that
I’ll give up on Lochlan. I still like him. We’ll compete for him fairly.”

Charlotte smiled sweetly. “I don’t like Uncle Lochlan that way. You must have misunderstood me; I’ve
only seen him as an uncle. I like someone else.”

Olivia gaped at Charlotte.



What did she say? She doesn’t like Lochlan?

Before she could spare the revelation any further thought, the program director’s voice sounded from
the speakers, alerting her that her presence was expected on stage.

To the crowd’s surprise, Olivia began playing a famous song by Jonathan as soon as she took her seat.

During his debut some years ago, Jonathan stunned the audience by accompanying himself on the
piano. The song he performed that night became an instant hit.

The song Jonathan played and sang was a composition of Snowstorm.

His cover went viral and was ubiquitous for a while. Despite the public’s familiarity, it was still an
intricate and technical piece for most.

The piece was meant to inspire nationalistic fervor. It told a story about the glorious return of a soldier
to the country he fought for but found his heart full of tragedy as he became haunted by his recurrent
nightmares of the battlefield.

The song placed a heavy emphasis on rhythm, especially the battlefield part. If the agitation and
tragedy on the battlefield were not properly conveyed, the performance would fall completely apart.

However, Olivia’s relentless practice at home had not been in vain.

With her head slightly bowed, a series of gentle arpeggios flowed from under her fingers.

Everybody, from the audience to the stage hands, was transfixed by the near-perfect performance.

Olivia stood up as the last notes rang.



As if snapping out of a dream, the crowd shook themselves slightly before incessant applause filled the
auditorium like a tide.

About My Extraordinary Wife -

My Extraordinary Wife is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter
732 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks
to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read
chapter Chapter 732 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com


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