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Chapter 137 I Am Done Dancing "Mirabelle! I thought you were formidable. Yet you were completely suppressed by that despicable Calista!" Seeing that they were alone, Quincy led Mirabelle toward a secluded spot by the swimming pool. "Don't tellyou've already decided to give up!" she exclaimed. Mirabelle had already composed herself when facing outsiders. She looked somewhat gloomily at Quincy, this person who was neither friend nor foe.
"You didn't make it clear over the phone. Why has Calista changed so much? It's as if she's a completely different person!" Mirabelle's mention of it made Quincy feel wronged. She gritted her teeth and said, "How was I to know what triggered this d*mned woman? That day, I merely arranged for two men to assault her to annul the engagement. But who knew that after that night, she would turn as vicious as a mad dog, attacking anyone in sight! My mom has warnedto steer clear of her for a while." Mirabelle shot her a look of resentment. "You must have given something away. She wouldn't be like this if she hadn't been deeply affected!" Quincy looked at Mirabelle with distaste, scoffing. "You act as if your hands are clean. According to Calista, she already knows that you were the one who drugged her last time, causing her to lose her virginity. Do you dare to say you didn't contribute to her going mad?" Upon hearing that, Mirabelle's eyes widened in fear, not because she was scared of Calista figuring out it was her. After all, she had made it quite obvious during that time. I fear that, back then, I had held Calista in contempt and employed not-so-clever tactics. I haven't left any traces behind, have I? Has she obtained sevidence that made Kallum trust her? "What do we do now?" Mirabelle's face, devoid of any pretense of a smile, gave off a gloomy aura. "She's practically half a member of the Fairchild family now. Who knows, this could all be part of her scheming, trying to gain an advantage by being in a favorable position. We can't let her get her way!" Upon hearing her say "we", Quincy couldn't help but curl her lips. However, with a sudden idea, she smiled and said, "I think Mr. Kallum still prefers you. After all these years, you are the only one he treats differently. I bet Calista has been sowing discord in front of him, and given how busy Mr. Kallum is, you won't know when you'll see him next if you fail to clear up the misunderstanding tonight. I'm sure you know that since Mr. Kallum is still recovering from his injury, Calista has been using her little medical knowledge as an excuse to stay at Fairchild Manor every day. This constant companionship..." Her words made Mirabelle feel a great deal of pressure.
Should I let things continue like this, Calista would be the only person in Kallum's eyes from now on.
Back in the banquet hall, the cheers grew louder and louder. Calista felt like holes were forming in her body from the many gazes piercing her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had hastily learned a few steps in preparation for the dance tonight. She wouldn't have been nervous had she been paired with the pre-arranged partner. However, it had to be Kallum.
No one had ever seen him dance. However, as he was a natural aristocrat, dancing was an inherent skill of his. Calista couldn't understand how he maintained his dance skills, especially since she had never seen him practice.
"Focus." Kallum looked down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he spoke to her with a fondness that was hard to miss.
All Calista could see when she snapped out of her reverie were his overwhelmingly dazzling eyes. She accidentally stepped on Kallum's foot in a moment of distraction. Startled, she hastily stepped back, but due to her instability, she nearly fell over.
A gasp rippled through the crowd, not because Calista had taken a nasty fall, but because, at the crucial moment she had been tightly shielded in the arms of Kallum To their surprise, the man reputed for his indifference toward women didn't push her away.
The significant height difference between them allowed the girl, who was as captivating as a goddess from the starry skies, to exhibit a sense of delicate dependence for the first time. Her face was nestled into the crook of Kallum's arm, her waist firmly held by his strong hands. She could hear his slightly rapid heartbeat, a pleasant sound that seemed to resonate from within his chest.
"Aren't you going to get up yet? How long do you plan on staying in my arms?" Finally, even with Calista's usually thick skin, her cheeks were pink.
Amidst the clamoring discussions, she stood upright and glared at Kallum.
Her eyes were gleaming, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Despite the fierce and sharp look in her eyes, it seemed as though Kallum reveled in it, her gaze leaving him feeling all tingly and numb.
Calista found the look in his eyes peculiar. Even though he was half a meter away from her, his gaze seemed to be trying to reel her in, as if he wanted to consher whole.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe sudden oppressive aura caused Calista to furrow her brows. Unconsciously, she stepped back, only to see Kallum reverting to hist previous demeanor - an image of nobility with a faint hint of ve tended) gentleness. He even extended his hand toward her again under the beam of light.
"Shall we continue?" Although he framed it as a question, Calista felt his dominance at that moment.
She still extended her hand. After all, even if she had bechalf a m member er of the the Fairchild family, she couldn't compare to the person who held the reins in the household.
In the profound silence, her senses heightened. The closer her handm moved toward Kallums, the more palpable the oppression radiating from him became. The adoration in his eyes was like an all-encompassing net, leaving her with a feeling of breathlessness.
Finally, she lightly slapped his hand, saying in a voice that held a hint of petulance, "I'm done dancing!"
With that, she turned with a cold expression, lifting her skirt as she walked away. This action left the guests, who had been captivated by Who the couple, with expressions of astonishment.