The dancing floor was quiet, and Wendy couldn't hear anything.
No music or discussions.
All she could feel were his warm lips and tongue, as well as the scent of red wine.
Henson seemed unable to stop kissing her.
He thought last time he wanted her lips for he hadn't touched any woman for a long time.
But then why did he kiss her this time?
He couldn't explain it.
When the dance ended, Wendy was led to hobble out of the dance floor; her mind was still in a daze.
More looks were coming to her from the crowd, but Wendy did not pay attention to them.
She couldn't understand why Henson did that.
Thinking of Ken, she felt embarrassed.
She looked to check the corner where Ken was staying before.
But Ken had left.
Instead, Bain was standing there.
Bain looked at her with upset expression.
Wendy felt shame.
After a moment, Bain left.
Wendy took a deep breath, looking embarrassed.
Henson had been watching Wendy all the time.
Thus, he knew her upset and anxiety.
And he also saw Bain's expression.
He curled his lips. It seemed that Wendy and the Nicholson family were related.
"Miss Evans, you look pale. Do you need more air?"
Wendy looked at Henson with a grumbling. "Why did you do that?"
"What? Kissing you? As I said, that's the rule."
"I don't want to learn dance."
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