---- Chapter 72 Soren's sudden boldness lingered heavily in Tara's mind, causing her no small amount of frustration. The frequent visits to his room were unavoidable, and she dreaded each encounter. After finishing the plate of sugar apple slices, Russell approached Tara with a task-deliver a glass of iced coffee to Jonah's room upstairs. Tara picked up the iced coffee and went upstairs. Jonah was busy working in his study again, not even looking up when she came in.

Instead of putting the coffee on the coffee table, Tara walked over to his desk and set it down by his right hand so he could easily reach it. Jonah remained entirely absorbed throughout her movements , his focus unwavering as if she weren't there at all. Tara quietly exited his room. It wasn't until she'd been gone for a while that Jonah finally looked up from his computer . He took a sip of the bitter yet fragrant coffee, feeling his mental fatigue gradually dissipate.

Downstairs , Tara opened Spotify on her phone and searched for Jonah's name. His latest song had been released just days ago, and she found the music video as well. It featured Jonah ---- playing the piano -a scene that captured his usual composed yet magnetic presence. Her thoughts drifted to their band's origin as she listened and watched the video. Formed during their university days, they had carved out a unique identity, unlike the conventional boy bands that dominated the industry.

Their ability to perform both as a cohesive unit and as solo artists set them apart, free from the constraints of typical boy band tropes. They prioritized their craft above all else, rarely making public appearances beyond concerts, award shows, and festivals. Ironically, their elusiveness fueled their popularity further , and combined with their exceptional music and live performances, they became a sensation.

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When the media revealed their backgrounds-company presidents and heirs to sprawling corporate empires -their fame surged to new heights. They were truly a unique presence in the music industry. Even in the present day, they maintained their position as the leading boy band. Their exceptional songwriting abilities, coupled with their immense financial resources , cemented their status as idols. Rival groups never stood a chance against their dominance.

While Tara recalled the story of their university formation , the finer details came from the original host's memories, filling gaps in her understanding. ---- Night fell unnoticed , shrouding the sky in darkness. Pushing the meal cart upstairs, Tara followed the usual routine, delivering dinner to Jonah's room first before heading to Lance's next door. After leaving Jonah's room, she entered Lance's, carefully setting each dish on the table.

She was placing the final plate when she felt someone approaching . Turning her head, she found Lance standing beside her. "Give me your phone," he said in a deep, commanding voice. Tara placed the last dish down, instinctively reaching for her phone, but halfway through the motion, confusion struck. " Mr. Swain, what do you-" "Save my number," he interrupted flatly. "Call me if you need anything." Tara immediately declined. "That won't be necessary.

There's arule that prohibits us from saving your contact numbers." Besides, she already had Jonah's and Shawn's numbers, which was more than enough. Pursing his lips, Lance took her phone from her hands. " What's the password?" he asked curtly. Without thinking, Tara answered, "888999." As realization dawned, she cursed her reflexes inwardly. Lance's fingers moved swiftly across the screen. A moment later, his phone-resting on the table-rang loudly, ---- confirming the exchange.

Aminute later, he handed her phone back. "Call me if anything comes up." Tara took it back, nodding politely, and returned it to her pocket. She was about to leave when Lance added, "Don't delete it." Embarrassed, Tara realized he had seen through her intentions. Flustered, she nodded again. "Of course not," she said softly.