My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 183: Melodies of a Promise

Raelynn let out a deep sigh as she wandered through the mansion’s endless hallways. Finally, some peace and quiet, she thought, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. Reinhart had been glued to her side the entire day, chattering endlessly and dragging her from one room to another like an overexcited puppy.

She had barely managed to escape after pleading with Hera to lure him away. Hera, with her usual calm demeanor, had merely given a small nod before Reinhart practically bounded after her, his enthusiasm clear.

Raelynn exhaled, pressing her back against the cool stone wall as she listened for any sign of Reinhart’s return. Silence. Good. She was in the clear—for now.

Her thoughts drifted to Hera, and a wave of gratitude washed over her. I owe her for this. Big time.

Hera didn’t even like Reinhart. She tolerated him at best, and at worst, she actively avoided situations where she might get roped into one of his endless, dramatic stories. And yet, the moment Raelynn had begged for help, Hera had given a small nod and taken one for the team without hesitation.

Raelynn sighed, guilt creeping in. I should really talk to Elion about raising her pay.

Hera already put up with enough nonsense on a daily basis, but now she was stuck entertaining Reinhart on top of it all? That deserved some kind of compensation.

"Seriously... it’s like babysitting a grown man," Raelynn mumbled to herself with a fond smile.

The mansion was eerily silent now, the kind of quiet that invited curiosity. Her fingers lightly traced the carved banister as she walked, her mind aimlessly drifting until she noticed a heavy door slightly ajar. Her curiosity piqued, she gently pushed it open.

Raelynn hesitated at the doorway, glancing around as if someone might suddenly appear and catch her in the act. She had never really been in this room before—at least, not long enough to actually look around.

The mansion was massive, with countless doors leading to rooms she had yet to explore. Most of the time, she was too busy or too tired to care. But now, with the eerie silence settling over everything, curiosity itched at her fingertips.

Maybe just a peek.

She pushed the door open just a little more, enough to slip inside. The air felt different here—cooler, heavier, as if the room held secrets of its own.

The scent of aged wood and faint notes of old papers filled the air. The room was spacious, with towering windows that allowed soft golden sunlight to filter through gauzy curtains. In the center of the room stood a grand piano, its polished surface hidden beneath a protective cloth.

Raelynn stepped forward, the tips of her fingers brushing the cloth before she tugged it away, revealing the glossy black surface beneath. "Wow…" she whispered, running her hand over the smooth keys.

She sat on the velvet-cushioned bench, hesitantly pressing a key. The soft note echoed in the empty room. A smile tugged at her lips as she pressed more keys—simple, random notes, nothing resembling music. Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do. She giggled at her own clumsy attempt. "If only I could actually play something decent."

The moment was peaceful—until she felt a sudden weight on her shoulder.

Raelynn gasped and twisted her head, only to come face-to-face with Elion. He stood behind her, his tall frame leaning just enough for his head to rest gently against her shoulder. His silver hair shimmered under the golden light, and his sharp features were softened by the relaxed expression on his face.

"Elion!" she squeaked, her heart racing. "You scared me! How did you get back so early?"

His deep voice rumbled softly, "No more work today. I was… tired."

She immediately twisted her body to face him fully. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Raelynn’s eyes flickered over him in an instant, scanning for any signs of illness or exhaustion. But Elion looked… fine. More than fine, actually. His posture was as steady as ever.

"You don’t look tired," she muttered, tilting her head as if a different angle might reveal something she was missing.

He smirked at her concern, his eyes gleaming. "Not anymore," he replied smoothly before sliding into the seat beside her. The faint scent of his cologne drifted to her—cool, earthy, and faintly sweet.

Elion’s long fingers hovered over the piano keys before he pressed down gracefully, producing a soft, flowing melody. Raelynn sat in stunned silence, watching his hands dance over the keys. The contrast between his usually cold demeanor and this serene moment was striking.

"You play?" she asked, her voice full of awe. "I didn’t know."

His lips curled upward in a small smile. "Now you know."

She chuckled lightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I wish I could play at least one instrument. Must be nice to make something sound that beautiful."

Elion’s fingers stilled on the keys before he turned slightly towards her. "I could teach you. What do you want to play?"

Raelynn blinked at him, skeptical. "Wait, hold on. How many instruments can you play?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully, his gaze drifting off as if recalling distant memories. "A few. I’ve… had a lot of time to practice." His voice was quieter now, almost as if he wasn’t entirely present.

Raelynn noticed the faraway look in his eyes but chose not to question it. Instead, she raised her pinky finger toward him. "That’s a promise, then."

For a moment, Elion just stared at her hand, his brows knitting together, as if the gesture was foreign to him. Then, ever so slowly, he smiled—a soft, genuine curve of his lips. He reached out, linking his pinky with hers.

"Promise," he whispered.

Raelynn felt her heart flutter, a warmth blooming in her chest. The grand piano, the sunlight, and the simple touch of their pinkies—it all felt like a scene from a dream.

For once, the mansion didn’t feel so lonely.