“Liar, liar, pants on fire!” Adrien said.
“Alright then,” Sun said, “We’ll go downstairs. Remember to tell us when Mommy wakes up!”
“Mmhm. Go and play!” Adrien shooed the children out of the room.
“Timothy,” Alana crouched in front of the boy and said to him, “The three boys are downstairs. Weren’t you complaining you were bored earlier? Why not bring them to the garden?”
“Yes, Timothy,” Alondra added, “You’re the only kid here, and all the adults are drinking wine and dancing. If you want to have some fun, you should bring them to the garden.”
“Alright then.” Timothy thought the banquet was getting quite boring. He took the three boys to the garden.
Alondra exchanged glances with Alana. “Now’s our chance!”
“Be careful, Auntie!” Alana was feeling uneasy.
Alondra lifted her gown and followed the four children into the garden.
“Mr. Ryker.” Alana elegantly walked up to Abel’s side. “Shall we dance?”
Even though Abel was downstairs, his heart was still upstairs. He could not shake off the image where Adrien was so concerned about Emmeline.
He wanted to take care of Emmeline too, but he did not have a good reason as Adrien did.
Alana came to ask him for a dance at a bad time, and he was feeling annoyed about it.
He was about to decline when Rosaline walked over.
“Abel, you’re bound to marry Alana some time in the future. What would others think if you don’t dance at least once with her?”
“Yes, Mr. Ryker,” Alana said while lowering her head to look pitiful. “I’d feel absolutely humiliated.”
“Mm.” Abel stood up reluctantly, took Alana’s hand, and entered the dance floor with a sullen face.
Alana could sense the anger emanating from Abel’s body, but she was nonetheless happy that Abel was physically close to her in front of so many influential individuals and families of Struyria.
Suddenly, someone shouted at the back door. “Oh no! One of the boys fell into the pond! Will somebody save him?”
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