He held her by the waist, his manners impable, his actions devoid of impropriety. Leaning close, he


    complimented, “You’re a splendid dancer.”


    Under the influence of the ambiance, Loraine found herself conversing with him. “The steps are quite


    simr to my routine practice. You’ve got some moves too.”


    The man’s deep-set eyes gazed at her gently as he beamed.


    The conversation transitioned from dance and music to history and architectural Landmarks.


    He spoke with such confidence and ease that it didn’t unsettle Loraine in the slightest. Furthermore,


    she could sense that he had made thorough preparations for the situation at hand. He responded


    promptly to every word that Loraine uttered, showing a remarkable alignment of views between the two


    of them.


    The man’s proficiency took Loraine by surprise. The familiarity they shared seemed as if they had been


    acquainted for years.


    She couldn’t help butpare him to Marco.


    Marco’s earlier indifference had softened, his interest now only directed towards work. Despite his


    recent kindness, he retained his typical dullness, showing no regard for art. Only when he assumed his


    role as Obot, did he engage her in pleasant conversations.


    Lost in her thoughts, Loraine identally stumbled, unintentionally stepping on the man’s foot. A low


    grunt escaped him, capturing her attention and drawing her awareness to her misstep.


    “I am sorry!” Loraine quickly expressed her regret, her thoughts of


    ninjanovel


    Marco causing the ident.


    She couldn’t shake off the resemnce between the masked man and


    Marco.


    However, the masked man surpassed Marco in many ways, and their attire tonight was different. The


    possibility that he was Marco seemed unlikely.


    Listening to Loraine’s words of regret, the man concealed behind the mask merely moved his head


    side to side, a silentmunication of his nonchnce. He whispered to Loraine, “Feeling fatigued?


    We can retreat to the lounge for a breather.”


    Loraine hesitated, but ultimately signaled her agreement.


    They exited the bustling dance floor, their fingers entwined, and made their way towards the Lounge.


    Unexpectedly, they caught sight of Cayson deflecting an eagerdy’s advances.


    Cayson’s smile remained gentle and polite, yet a subtle trace of impatience flickered in his eyes.


    The hopeful woman, oblivious to Cayson’s concealed difort, persisted in offering her brooch,


    hoping to coax an affirmative response from him.


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    All of a sudden, Cayson lifted his gaze and spotted Loraine approaching. Wearing an amused grin, he


    excused himself, “I beg your pardon. My dance partner has returned.”


    The woman nced back, discovering Loraine. Even without a clear view of her face, Loraine’s


    stunning physique made the woman feel iparable. With a sullen shrug, she conceded and


    retreated.


    Cayson, wearing a warm smile, drew nearer to Loraine and asked expectantly, “Lorrie, may I have the


    pleasure of this dance with you?”


    Loraine paused for a moment, her mind shing back to the roses Cayson had sent her and his


    confrontation with Marco in the corridor.