Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 292

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When I was a kid, I tried every trick in the book to slack off.”

Madeleine twisted open the cap, took a big gulp of water, and

asked casually while leaning against the barre.

Leona glanced at her, her tone flat. “Didn’t have time to think

about being tired of it. I only thought about how to dance better,

to surpass you.”

Madeleine: …

This conversation was just asking for humiliation.

After a moment, Madeleine couldn’t help but speak again. “So,

you think if I signed up for an adult hobby class at my current

level, would I scare the teacher?”

This time, Leona didn’t even look up, saying coldly, “You’d only

make the other students look like they just learned to walk.”

Madeleine choked. Was that a compliment or an insult?

She rubbed her nose sheepishly.

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After a brief silence, Madeleine looked at Leona’s cold, hard

profile and suddenly asked softly, “Leona, why… why are you helping me like this?”

She could tell Leona was serious.

The precise pointers, the seemingly disdainful yet practical

“compliments,” and even showing up every day without fail-

none of it was half–hearted.

If she was just here to mock her declining skills, she would have

had her laugh and left long ago.

Leona’s fingers tightened slightly around the water bottle.

She was silent for a few seconds, her gaze still fixed on the

empty studio ahead. Her voice was a little lower than before,

but still held no warmth:

“I can’t stand to see it.”

“What?”

Madeleine didn’t understand.

“Your body.”

Leona finally turned her head, her sharp eyes scanning

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Madeleine. “Your body still remembers how to dance. It’s just

blocked by a bunch of junk.”

Her tone carried an almost obsessive certainty. “It’s a shame to

waste it.”

After saying that, she seemed to feel she’d said too much. She

stood up abruptly and placed the half–finished water bottle on

the floor.

Her tone reverted to its previous coldness. “Break’s over. Let’s

continue. We’re mastering that small jump combination today.”

Madeleine watched her back, and the doubt in her heart

suddenly vanished.

Leona was helping her, but perhaps it wasn’t for Madeleine the

person at all.

It was for the body she still recognized but couldn’t dance well,

for the dormant dancing instinct that she believed shouldn’t be

“wasted.”

This reason was very Leona–very pure, and even a bit

impersonal.

But for some reason, Madeleine felt that this, more than any

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help born of pity or old friendship, made her feel more grounded

and… respected.

She smiled, put down her water bottle, and walked quickly to

the center of the studio.

“We’re here!”

In the evening, Minerva went to the Livingston family’s house

after school, picked up Kevin, and had Mathew drive them to

the dance studio.

She knew her cousin Madeleine had been practicing dancing

lately and had been wanting to come. Today, she begged her

brother–in–law for a long time before he finally sent the address

and told her the driver would take them.

The two little ones looked around and finally found the dance

studio.

The bottom half of the glass outside was frosted, and you could

only see through the top. Minerva could barely see by standing

on her tiptoes, while Kevin was so anxious he was jumping in

place, craning his little head high, but he couldn’t see a thing.

“Minerva, where’s Mommy?”

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He tugged on Minerva’s sleeve, urging her in a soft, childish

voice, his little face full of worry.

Minerva strained on her tiptoes, her eyes lighting up, “I see her! I

see her! She’s dancing!

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