Lyra was listening to the lively music on the dance floor and was tasting the chocolate mousse made by a seven-star chef from France.
Coldly, the man's broad palm broke into her line of sight.
"This young lady, I wonder if I would have the honor to invite you to a dance?"
She raised her head and looked upward along her hand, and saw Melvin's unchanging cold face. Her appetite instantly became less than good.
They were looking at each other.
Melvin's heart abruptly missed a beat. It was the first time for him to seriously look at Lyra's face. He found that her features were just perfect. Her skin was fair and flawless, making her beyond comparison.
It turned out that his ex-wife was really born very beautiful.
Especially the eyes, they were like the stars in the sky, which were clear but with stubborn temperament.
Unconsciously, Melvin looked dumbfounded.
Her eyes gave him an illusion of déjà vu.
He was in a daze when he saw Lyra suddenly smile sarcastically. Her eyes were full of indifference and disdain, "Sorry, Mr. Freeman, dancing with me, you are not qualified."
People who was passing by heard them and was scared by that!
This woman was too arrogant, right?
How dared she say that Frayton's Mr. Freeman ... was not qualified?
Melvin's face quickly cold down. His familiarity for her had disappeared by what she said.
His hands still maintained the gentleman's action. He forced a smile in response, "Just a dance. Miss Carroll is afraid?"
Lyra's eyes also quickly went cold. Was he going to insist it to the end?
How can this man be so cheap!? He didn't even know what she was saying?
They made a eye contact again. A war was about to start.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting anxious, Keith got up with a smile.
"Lyra is my companion, so why should Mr. Freeman take her away?"
He put Melvin's hand back resentfully and turned his eyes to the side, "Mr. Freeman should invite your own female companion. Don't make the young lady jealous."
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