The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 101

Alaina Rossi gave a reluctant nod.

From then on, the thought of the upcoming dance weighed on her like a boulder.

Aside from eating, sleeping, and working, she spent every spare moment secretly practicing.

That evening, after returning to the villa,

she slipped on a pair of heels, played a soothing waltz on her phone, and began clumsily practicing alone on the expansive lawn.

She had been uncoordinated since childhood, struggling to learn even the simplest steps, let alone a waltz that demanded elegance, rhythm, and perfect chemistry.

Raise the arm, spin, step—

Every movement was stiff and mechanical, completely devoid of grace.

She constantly missed the beat, her center of gravity shifting wildly, and her arms swinging with the awkward rigidity of a puppet on tangled strings.

The more anxious she got, the messier her steps became, and a light sheen of sweat formed on her forehead.

Attempting a lateral step, her ankle suddenly gave out. She lost her balance instantly, stumbling toward the flower beds.

She cursed under her breath, bracing for the painful impact that never came.

A remarkably strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist, catching her fall. The warmth of a large hand pressed comfortingly against her side.

Alaina looked up and collided with Silas Summers's deep, steady gaze.

Perhaps the moonlight was too soft, because the icy, detached eyes she was so used to seeing suddenly seemed brimming with tenderness.

"Easy," he murmured. His voice was low and magnetic, trailing off gently as his other hand guided her arm, helping her stand upright.

Alaina's cheeks flushed. She hastily took a half-step back. "Thank you."

Silas looked at her, his expression unreadable. "You can't master a dance just by blindly repeating the steps."

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