Breathing deeply at the door of his penthouse, 'Until I won't talk to Little Heart, she will continue to torture me.' Shawn thought and went to her penthouse.
He rang the doorbell to alert her he was entering inside. Then he pressed the unlocking digits on the door lock and entered inside looking as though he was burning in rage.
A stark contrast to his place, his ears perked up at the pleasant music playing in the living hall. His eyes scanned around and stopped at the soothing tone emerging from the piano.
The keynotes abruptly stopped and he saw a pair of shimmering eyes peek above the lid of the black grand piano.
Her eyes were twinkling in mischief at the sight of him, totally unbothered about his narrowed glowering eyes and his face filled with temper.
He heard her giggle harmlessly which warmed his heart, yet he maintained his little anger. She stood up showing her whole little face behind the Piano.
