They left the hospital.
The car smoothly moved towards the never-ending flow of traffic on the main road.
With a cool and charming demeanor, Arthur Lindsey expertly steered the car with one hand.
As they waited at a red light, he touched a button with his long, elegant fingers, and the car's CD player turned on.
Soon, soothing and melodious piano music poured out like a stream.
Filling the spacious car interior.
Like an echo, it lingered in the air and drifted into their ears.
It went straight to the heart.
Bringing an indescribable sense of aesthetic pleasure.
"Arthur, did you specially prepare this calming music for our baby?"
Lost in this tranquil atmosphere, Ella Lacey felt as if every note was leading her to a different landscape, incredibly captivating and irresistible, she said, "Even my ears seem to be pregnant."
Arthur's eyes narrowed with a mischievous smile, "If Ella likes it, then our baby will like it too. It's Chopin's Nocturne. Seems like it's effective."
