Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 358

"Sir, can I invite you for a dance?" A very pretty-looking girl asked with a smile.

Marcy gave Rosemary a look and said to the girl in front of her, "But I already have a date?"

The girl smiled slightly, looked at Rosemary, and said, "Hello, can I borrow your boyfriend for a dance?"

"Sure!"

Afterwards, Rosemary saw that Marcy had no intention to stand up, so she deliberately went forward to hold Marcy's arm and said petulantly, "Honey, didn't you just say you wanted to dance? I broke my foot, so let this lady dance with you!"

Looking at a small woman Rosemary, Marcy slightly froze, the heart crossed a touch of strange, but soon disappeared without.

The girl looked at Marcy with a smile and said slowly, "May I?"

The girl standing next to her felt that with Marcy's temper, she would have had the girl in front of her thrown out straight away at this moment, because in the underworld, Marcy is notorious for not getting close to women.

However, not only did Marcy not get angry, but she slowly put her glass down, slowly stood up, calmly unbuttoned one button of her suit and looked at her, "Yes!"

"Young master!" Marks stepped forward and tried to say something, but Marcy just made him close his voice by Yang's hand.

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Marcy held out her hand toward the girl.

The girl pondered for a moment, and finally, rested her hand gently into his palm. Fingers touching, the corners of Marcy's mouth raised a bloodthirsty cold smile.

Dance music, floating in every corner of the venue, two people, skilled footwork, embracing each other, soon slipped into the dance floor.

The big red skirt fluttered in the field, and the beauty called for confused eyes.

The men looked at Marcy with envy.

Women are staring enviously at this woman of unknown origin. Marcy has rejected so many women, even the dance partner she brought with her today did not dance with him, yet she was the only one who did not reject her.

Rosemary watched the duo dancing in the middle of the dance floor, but her mind was not on them.

Instead, I was wondering if I had just misunderstood Marcy's meaning.

The masked man stood on the parapet upstairs, his eyes moving slowlyas he walked down the center of the hall, and finally his eyes fell on Rosemary's body.

Looking at Rosemary, who was moving frequently, the masked man saw a familiar figure in her body.

"Young master, Marcus is looking for you?"

The waiter's voice took the masked man's thoughts away from Rosemary's and said coldly, "Got it!"

The words fell, the masked man turned and left.

Rosemary felt a familiar chill sweeping in from not far away, raised her head and looked around, saw nothing suspicious, shook her head, did she think too much.

"Miss, can I ask you to dance?"

Just when Rosemary didn't know how to give a push, a warm male voice sounded in her ears.

"Sorry, this lady has agreed to dance with me!"

Walking up to Rosemary, Fred took her hand and the two of them slowly slid into the middle of the dance floor.

"Mr. Meyer, you are a great dancer!"

"Is that so?" Marcy lowered her head and looked at the woman in front of her, angelic face, perfect and impeccable body, indeed a beauty on earth!

"After dancing for so long, I haven't asked your name yet?"

The sexy, husky and magnetic voice rang in the girl's ears.

The girl was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Mr. Meyer just call me Abby!"

"Abby?"

"If Abby is here for Faye's birthday party, why did she drag me in with her?"