Chapter 564 You just Don’t Want to Wake Up
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Emelie opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say she couldn’t quite exin how she was feeling.
However, Wesley didn’t seem to care about <b>what </b>she was feeling<b>.</b>
He said, “Eme, dance for me again. Do thest dance you performed before I went abroad.”
Emelie hit her lip and looked away but with mirrors on all four sides of the walls, Wesley could still see the rejection on her face. It was a look that wasn’t directed at him but at the
idea of dancing
“I’ve forgotten it after all these years,” she said.
“I know how good your memory is,” he replied.
“My injury isn’t fully healed yet,” she said.
“The wound healed while we were on the yacht. The doctor confirmed it,” Wesley said.
“I’m not dressed for dancing today, Maybe another day” mele continued to argue
“You could dance even in <b>your </b>school uniform back then, so why not now?” he said.
Wesley rarely insisted when she repeatedly relused. However, Emelie just didn’t want to move right now.
He dropped his hands. His brown eyes darkened to <b>a </b>deep ander. “Are you still mad at me for lewing you back then?”
Imele shook her <b>head </b>“No”
wesley continued, “Can my recent act of saving your life make up for my mistake of <b>leaving </b>you?
Emelle reiterated <b>and </b>said, “I’m not angry.”
However, Weste insisted that she <b>wouldn’t </b>dance because she was still angry. “If the debt is settled, then you can dance for me?”
Dinele burned back and stared at hi
What was he talking about? She had already said she wasn’t angry.
Wesley raised an eyebrow.
Emelie was silent.
“Do you need music?” Wesley asked.
Emele didn’t reply.
However<b>, </b>Wesley picked up <b>a </b>nearby <b>Molin</b>..
Emelie reluctantly kicked off her shors and stood in her socks. Indeed, the polished wooden floor was smooth and perfect for dancing.
Wesley rested the violin on his shoulder. After a moment, he began to y Alexander Greenwood’s June’s Luby. The clear sound of the violin was perfect for this song that depicted summer.
Emelie stood still momentarily before rising on her toes.
She <b>had </b>learned ssical dancing as a child, though she hadn’t danced much in recent years. But as Wesley had said, she had a good memory and hadn’t forgotten the dance
moves
Initially, she danced awkwardly, but she quickly found her rhythm.
Dechid hands, single–arm, flowing g, spining, flowersteps, litting hem, and pressing hands. These were all ssical dance moves, <b>and </b>Emelie danced <b>them </b>beautifully, blending with the music like a young girl in a green dress dritting on a boat across a summerke.
Dancing was exercise. No matter how gracefully one <b>danced</b>, it required energy. However, it <b>also </b>served as a great outlet for pent–up mergy. <b>When </b>someone is fully immersed in <b>dancing</b>, it’d make one forget everything else, with no thoughts upying the mind
Emelie initially danced reluctantly, but soon she was fully engaged.
The melody grew richer, and Emelie spun in ce. The hem of her cloak flew up, and as the music reached a climax, she spin faster and faster. Wesley put down the violin, but she kept spinning. She was like an unstoppable twister on ake
Wesley didn’t interrupt her. He watched her almost masochistically venting her emotions.
She spun until she reached her limit, and her legs gave way as she crashed to the floor.
Emel supported herself on the floor, and her head buzzed fromck of caygen. Her chest heaved, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Wesley walked over. “Do you feel better?
Emelie looked up while breathing rapidly
wesley crouched down and said, “The best way to process emotions is to vent them, not suppress them.”
Emelie’s eyshes fluttered Wesley looked into her clear eyes and uncovered the facade she had been maintaining with just a sentence.
“You can sleep louter or fifteen hours a <b>day</b><b>, </b>but in reality, you aren’t really fully asleep during most of that <b>time</b>. You just don’t want to wake up, do you?” Wesley said.
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He had long <b>since </b>called that sleeping was Emelie’s way of avoiding reality.
What really was she avoiding? Certainly, it had to be Capobart City<b>, </b>which she didn’t like to mention.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
tanelle clenched her fingers <b>and </b>lowered her head. After she took a long time calming her breath and emotions<b>, </b>she closed her eyes and smiled.
Yes. She wasn’t really sleep Who could sleep that much<b>?</b>
Or rather, she was an alcalde fall asleep,