Chapter 319 Their Dance Partners
Edward held Evelyn's hand, walking briskly through the empty, luxurious corridor.
Evelyn gazed intently at Edward's broad, handsome back, which gave her a strong sense of security. Her chest heaved, a thin layer of sweat forming in her palms.
At this moment, she couldn't deny that she felt a little moved by him.
At the same time, she also felt a bit angry with herself for liking him years ago. And now, she still felt something for him just because of this simple hand-holding.
Edward was in a very good mood, leading her quickly to a stop in front of a luxurious suite.
Evelyn, flustered and annoyed, blushed and forcefully shook off his hand, angrily saying, "Edward! What do you mean by this? How dare you act so frivolously with me on my turf? I'll call my brothers over to tear you apart now!"
Edward was momentarily stunned, seeing she misunderstood, and couldn't help but laugh, "What are you thinking? I just stored the gift I got for you here."
Evelyn's beautiful eyes widened, her lips as delicate as rose petals pressed tightly together, and her cheeks turned even redder.
Seeing Evelyn's reaction, Edward chuckled, "Even if your brothers all came at me, I could handle it, but I want to make a good impression, so I'll behave."
With that, Edward's eyes darkened, leaning towards her, his gaze tinged with a restrained yet provocative redness "Even if I wanted to misbehave, I would only take you home."
"I'd rather die than go back to your home!" Evelyn felt more and more embarrassed, turning her head away to avoid looking at him.
"Riverside Villa has never been my home. Evelyn, I don't have a home." Edward's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes instantly dimming.
Hearing that, Evelyn felt a pang in her heart.
"In the future, only being with you will I have a home. If not, I'd rather wander for the rest of my life," Edward's throat tightened, a myriad of bitter emotions clogging his chest.
Evelyn slowly refocused her gaze on his eyes, which shone with sincere light.
Her gaze made Edward's heart ache with regret.
He regretted saying those, blaming himself for being too impatient.
"You once served in the military, in the peacekeeping forces, right?" Evelyn suddenly asked.
Edward immediately sensed something off. Just as he was about to explain, Evelyn cut him off, "Those years, you did wander, but you know in your heart who you did it for. It certainly wasn't for me."
Edward was both anxious and flustered, his thin lips trembling, his throat rolling, but no sound came out.
At that moment, the door opened, leaving both of them startled.
But it greatly alleviated the awkwardness and embarrassment between them.
"Mr. Wellington! Evelyn! It's you!" Bart stood at the door, smiling with delight, "I just vaguely heard you two talking, and seeing you hadn't come in for a while, I opened the door to check."
Evelyn and Edward remained silent.
"Am I interrupting?" Bart, seeing the atmosphere was off, broke out in a cold sweat.
"It's fine." Evelyn, with a cold and delicate face, lowered her eyes and slipped into the room.
Edward pressed his pale lips together and followed her in.
Bart was about to enter too, but Edward closed the door directly, coldly saying, "Stand guard."
Bart immediately stood at attention. "Yes, sir!"
As soon as Evelyn entered the room, she saw an antique collection box made of top-quality ebony.
She had a keen eye for treasures, and just by looking at the box, she could guess that it contained something extraordinary.
"What a beautiful box," Evelyn couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes fixed on it.
"Don't just look at the box, open it and see what's inside." Edward walked lightly to her side, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.
With a mix of confusion and anticipation, Evelyn wiped her slightly damp hands on her dress.
This cute gesture was naturally caught by Edward, making him like her even more, his whole body heating up.
Evelyn carefully opened the box and the next second, a Victorian silver cup appeared before her eyes!
Seeing that, Evelyn couldn't help but gasp, covering her mouth with her hands.
"I saw this by chance three months ago from a collector in Yatuok. I thought you would like it. After several negotiations and some tactics, he finally agreed to sell it to me," Edward said with a faint smile.
No matter how much effort and hardship it took, it all vanished the moment she smiled.
Evelyn's beautiful eyes sparkled with joy.
Since she wasn't wearing gloves, she didn't dare to touch it.
"It's yours now, you can touch it however you like," Edward said, his slightly lowered starry eyes filled with gentle affection. He moved behind her, slowly and carefully raising his strong arms.
Then, just as she protected the antique, his arms gently but firmly encircled her, pulling her into his warm chest.
Edward, with a steady breath, caught her hand from behind, holding it gently but firmly.
Evelyn felt his warm, alluring breath on her hair, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, brushing against her ear.
A heat rising from the deepest part of her heart reddened her cool collarbone and beautiful earlobes.
Their heartbeats gradually sped up, their shadows overlapping.
The air seemed to be filled with a slightly intoxicating, sweet fragrance.
"Edward, you..."
Evelyn's red lips parted slightly, suddenly feeling a weight on her back.
Edward leaned forward, pressing tightly against her, his firm arms suddenly wrappedaround her slender waist, pulling her deeply into his embrace.
"Evelyn, you can hit or scold me later."
'First, let me hold you,' Edward thought.
Meanwhile, atthe birthday party, the dance time had arrived.
As the leading lady, Joyce naturally danced with Charlie to the melodious music, surrounded by smiles from the guests.
The dance floor was filled with laughter and joy, forming an excellent atmosphere.
Calvin, of course, danced with his wife Ashley.
And Eric's dance partner, besides Molly, would be no one else.
Molly was comfortably sitting on the sofa in the corner, drinking juice and eating cake, feeling quite at ease. But Eric insisted on pulling her to dance.
She felt she couldn't dance and thought she would never have such an opportunity to be in the spotlight.
"I can't dance, maybe I shouldn't," Molly said.
"It doesn't matter. I'll teach you slowly, Molly," Eric leaned down, placing his hands on her shoulders, patiently persuading her.
"I don't want to dance, Eric." Molly hung her head, a small piece of cream still on the corner of her lips, looking pitiful. "Everyone else dances so well. I'll embarrass you. And I don't like being in such crowded places, it makes me anxious."
Eric's pupils contracted slightly, feeling an indescribable pain. The second sentence was about her true feelings.
Even though he had been taking care of her in every detail, he still easily forgot in his excitement that Molly was an autistic patient.
"Eric, are you mad at me?" Molly asked, seeing Eric silent for a long time, feeling panicked.
Eric quickly knelt on one knee in front of her, raised his face, and wiped the cream from the corner of her lips with his fingertip.
Then, he put the cream-covered fingertip into his mouth and sucked.
"So sweet."
Molly's pink cheeks instantly turned red, shyly clenching her delicate fists. "Why did you eat it? It's dirty."
"How could it be dirty? Everything on you is sweet and fragrant." Eric's eyes sparkled with sincere light, holding her slightly cool hand firmly.
Molly's heart pounded as she uttered, "Really?"
Eric chuckled, "When have I ever lied to you?"
Eric looked into her clear eyes, suddenly had a thought, and asked with a mischievous smile, "You look so bored sitting here all night. How about I teach you to dance?"
"But I'm clumsy," Molly had no confidence at all.
"It doesn't matter. I'll teach you slowly." With that, Eric leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, whispering, "Just like I taught you to kiss."
Molly's face turned beet red, letting out a shy scream!
On the other side, the atmosphere in the Taylor Family was also quite good.
Susan, in high spirits, was holding a wine glass while pulling Jennifer to dance.
Donna even became dance partners with Landon, leaving Peter dumbfounded!
"Mom! If you want to dance, either dance with Dad or with me, what's the deal with dancing with Landon?" Peter looked helplessly at Donna dancing gracefully with Landon.
"I don't want to dance with you. You're clumsy, good at catching criminals, but not at dancing!"
Betty sat in the corner, drinking alone.
Watching the happy and warm family, her eyes gradually reddened, a barely noticeable layer of tears forming.
The next second, a gentle voice sounded. "Miss Anderson."
Betty snapped back to reality, quickly lifting her gaze, only to see Simon appear in front of her, his handsome face showing a sunny smile, extending his right hand to her like a gentleman.
"May I have this dance?"
Betty gracefully stood up, placing her slender hand in his palm. "Of course."
Under the light, Simon's brow suddenly furrowed slightly as he noticed the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes.
Unconsciously, his fingers tightened, making Betty panic for a moment, suddenly wanting to withdraw her hand.
"What? Changed your mind?" Simon raised an eyebrow, his voice deepening.
"No, but why are you squeezing my hand?" Betty's clear eyes held a hint of reproach.
"If I don't squeeze your hand, should I squeeze your foot?" Simon found her question particularly silly, teasing her.
Just as Betty was about to retort, Simon directly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, then spun her around!
She immediately felt the lights and shadows blur before her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she was dancing with Simon to the music.
"Did you cry just now?" Simon's large hand rested on her lower back, looking at her reddened eyes and asking softly.
"I was just sleepy and yawned, that's all," Betty's heart trembled, stubbornly covering it up.
"Then let's say I was mistaken."
"You were indeed mistaken."
Betty, indignant, gritted her teeth. "Your eyesight must be bad, otherwise, you wouldn't have crashed into my car."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you something," Simon pretended to suddenly remember.
"What?"
Simon spun gracefully, leading her to follow, saying, "After you left, I reported it to the traffic police. They have determined that it was entirely your fault, Miss Anderson."
Betty glared, biting her lip in shame and anger.
"Also, someone will contact you tomorrow. Please fix my car and no need to keep me" Saying this, Simon leaned closer to her face with a smile, "Saving you some money."
Hearing that, Betty roared inwardly, really wanting to stomp on his foot with her high heel!
Since the dance began, Gilbert had been by Angela's side, not leaving for a moment.
However, his deep eyes kept searching the room for Evelyn's figure, only to find that both Evelyn and Edward were missing.
Gilbert couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, a suffocating feeling pressing on his chest.
"Gilbert, you don't have to worry about me, go find Evelyn."
Angela was clear-headed at this moment, looking at Gilbert with guilt in her eyes. "I know you've liked Evelyn for a long time. Go find her and dance with her. This is such a good opportunity. Don't stay by my side, go."
"Mom, don't overthink it, I want to stay with you." Gilbert leaned down to comfort Angela, smiling gently, "Evelyn and I have plenty of time in the future."
The next second, a voice roared. "Gilbert!"
Gilbert suddenly looked up, his eyes turning icy cold.
Angela, hearing the familiar yet long-lost voice, trembled all over, leaning into Gilbert's arms.
"Gilbert, come out, I have something to tell you!" Elbert stared at him sternly and angrily.
"Dad, are you getting old and your eyesight failing? Your wife is right in front of you. Can't you see her?" Gilbert exuded a chilling aura, confronting Elbert with a sinister look.
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