"Little Sophie, I won’t touch you right now, but at the engagent party later, you still need to do a favor. You’re my date today." With that, Nolan Davis walked ahead of her towards the car.
Sophie Smith hesitated for a mont but eventually followed.
The engagent party of Asher Land and Irene Morton was held at the Imperial Hotel, a place that often catered to various European aristocrats and royal family mbers. Needless to say, the influence of the Golden Era Consortium and the Morton Clan Group in Europe was significant.
In the opulent hotel hall, the dance floor was lively with the rhythm of the waltz.
The waiter took the invitation from Nolan Davis and led them towards the hall.
Sophie Smith felt an inexplicable panic, finding it hard to move her feet.
"We’re already at the entrance, don’t back down now." He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her inside.
"Would you like to dance with first?" He asked, looking down at her.
"I..."
"Thinking of a reason to refuse?" Seeing her hesitation, he raised an eyebrow.
"You have no reason to refuse today." Despite her reluctance, he placed her wine glass on the waiter’s tray, took her hand, and led her to the dance floor.
In the gentle and heartfelt music, Nolan Davis guided her step by step, and Sophie Smith imdiately felt considerably more relaxed.
On the second-floor railing, a tall figure stood there. The well-tailored high-end bespoke suit highlighted his perfectly proportioned physique, his slender fingers placed on the railing, with veins bulging on the back of his hand from gripping it so tightly.
Asher Land coldly observed the crowd, his eyes locking onto the familiar and charming young woman, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
She still ca, and with Nolan Davis.
His emotions were tangled, feeling as if he were drowning in deep water, entangled by a dense web of seaweed, even breathing was difficult.
Whether it was his intense presence, she looked up and saw the man standing in the high place, watching her.
Her body involuntarily trembled, and out of nervousness, she accidentally stepped on Nolan Davis’s foot.
"I’m sorry,..."
Nolan Davis noticed her abnormality and looked to where she had just glanced...
He knew it was him, how many people could cause her such panic?
"Do you want to go up and say hello, or hide a little further away to escape his gaze? Don’t worry, no matter where you go, I’ll accompany you, hmm?" Nolan Davis generously offered her two choices.
"Can I, can I just leave for a while on my own?" She wanted a third option.
"No." He leaned close to her ear, from Asher Land’s direction, their posture appeared very intimate.
"Please, I, I just need a mont and I’ll be back, okay?" She tugged at his sleeve, a hint of pleading in her voice.
He hesitated for a mont but did not force her.
"Go ahead, but I want to see you in thirty minutes."
"Okay." After Sophie Smith spoke, she lifted her gown and left the dance floor.
She really didn’t know what she was avoiding, feeling uneasy, annoyed, panicked, and helpless inside. Perhaps she just wanted to find a quiet place for a while.
Asher Land saw her leave and retracted his gaze from the hall downstairs, turning to leave.
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