No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 117

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Watching Irene’s sparkling eyes and her wide grin, Leo paused before giving a faint smile.

"You want to dance with me?"

Irene nodded seriously. The ballroom was dim, but her eyes were twinkling like stars.

Leo shook his head and replied with a smile, "I can’t dance."

"But I can. Just follow my steps," Irene insisted. "You already refused me for once. Do you want to refuse me for a second time?"

The smile on Leo’s face widened. He rose to his feet slowly and said, "Alright."

Irene came to her sense, her lips curving into a pleasant smile.

"But you have to follow my steps," Leo suddenly said.

Irene got confused as she heard him. A while ago, he told her that he couldn’t dance, but why was he asking her to follow his steps now?

Just as Irene was still in a trance, Leo already held her icy and tiny hand.

A chill ran over Irene as the warmth of his palm flowed into hers, as if the snow thawed in the winter sun.

The soft music started. Leo led Irene to the center of the dance floor slowly, where Peter and Mollie were dancing.

Mollie couldn’t help but sneer seeing Leo and Irene walking towards them.

"I didn’t expect you to be dancing with some man, Ms. Garcia." Mollie paused, threw a glance at Leo and scoffed, "I wonder if you 'dancing partner' can dance. I hope you won’t make a fool of yourselves."

Looking sullen, Irene was about to say something, but Leo shook his head at her.

In the soft music, Leo slipped his arm around Irene’s waist gently and held her in his arms.

Irene widened her eyes at once. Blushing, she could feel Leo’s pure masculinity, her heart racing, her body tense.

But Leo stopped there politely and gracefully. Irene breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed at the same time.

Outside the dance floor, a pair of eyes was fixed on Leo and Irene with resentment.

It was Benedict. His face was distorted with fury, his body trembling in anger.

Anyone knew what it meant when a man asked a woman to dance with him in pubic, but Irene refused him ruthlessly!

What’s more, she actually asked a good-for-nothing to dance with her. For a moment, Benedict found it hard to accept the awful truth.

"That bitch…" Benedict gasped. Now, every man had a female companion, while only he was alone.

"Benedict, I was wrong. Please forgive me," Caroline’s voice came from behind. Even if she didn’t know what she had done wrong that rubbed him the wrong way, she had to apologize first anyway.

Benedict looked at Caroline beside him, then at Irene, who was in Leo’s arms. The huge psychological gap made him even angrier.

He was the heir of the Hudson family, and no one had ever humiliated him like this!

But he had no other choice for now.

Benedict forced a smile and said to Caroline, "I’m sorry for what I said just now, Caroline."

"It’s alright." Caroline shook her head hard and whispered, "As long as you forgive me, I’m willing to do anything."