Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Regency Era. The glass goblet finally filled that gap, and Alyssa was thrilled by the find.
“I stumbled upon this glass goblet in a Yoarkley collector’s collection three months ago. I thought you would appreciate it, so I went to great lengths to negotiate with him and convince him to sell it to me,”
Jeremy explained with a smile.
The effort he had put into securing this item was inconsequential compared to the joy of seeing her smile.
“It’s absolutely lovely,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Since she didn’t have a pair of gloves, she hesitated to touch the goblet and instead ran her fingers along its edges.
“You can touch it however you like. It’s yours,” he said tenderly, then slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind, as if protecting something precious.
He breathed heavily and held her hand firmly from behind. She could feel his warm breath against her hair and ears, and their hearts raced as their shadows merged.
A sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air.
“Jeremy-” she called out and suddenly felt a force from behind. He pressed against her back and tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her into an embrace.
“Lyse, save the scolding and punching for later,” he whispered. For now, he just wanted to savor the hug.
It was time for ballroom dancing at the birthday party.
As the star of the night, Lyla danced to the music with Winston, drawing the admiration and envy of the guests.
Since Winston came from a prestigious family, he had taken lessons in ballroom dancing in his teens. He danced better than any young man for a man of his age.
As for Lyla, she could rival a professional dancer due to her theatrical experience, where ballroom dancing was one of the skills she picked up.
Together, they danced elegantly, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.
Some of the guests had come with their own partners, while others sought dance partners among the other attendees. Laughter and conversation filled the dance floor.
Josh, of course, had to dance with his wife, Clarissa. Similarly, Landon would only dance with Lauren.
“I don’t know how to dance… I’ll skip,” Lauren excused herself. She had been sipping juice and enjoying cake on the couch until Landon had suddenly invited her to dance.
Having watched her parents and Betty dance before, Lauren felt that dancing wasn’t something she could
1. Besides, she believed she would never have a chance to be in the spotlight anyway.
*It’s alright if you don’t know. I can teach you, Lauren,” Landon reassured her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
She hung her head low, a tiny patch of cream at the corner of her lips. She mumbled, “I’m not dancing,
Landon. They all dance well.
“I would only embarrass you because I don’t know how to dance. Besides, I don’t like crowded places. I panic when there are too many people around.”
Landon was shocked and upset. Lauren’s second excuse was the real reason behind her refusal to dance.
Despite his attentiveness, he had let his excitement get the better of him, forgetting that she suffered from autism and social phobia.
He silently chided himself for being thoughtless.
…
“Landon, are you angry with me?” she asked anxiously when Landon remained silent. Her feet turned.
inward in her Mary Jane shoes from her nervousness.
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He quickly knelt before her and wiped away the cream on her lips. He then tasted it, exclaiming, “Ah. How sweet!”
Lauren instantly blushed and clenched her fists. “Why did you eat it? That’s … dirty.”
“No, how could that be? You’re sweet, and you smell good,” he said as he held her hands. His eyes sparkled with sincerity.
Her heart raced. She asked, “Is that true?”
“Yes. When have I lied to you?” He gazed into her eyes and suddenly broke into a mischievous grin.
“You seem bored sitting by the side. Shall I teach you how to dance?”
“B-But I’m a slow learner,” she replied, not feeling confident.
“That’s fine. I’ll teach you. We can take our time,” he whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it, just like how I taught you to kiss.”
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Lauren gasped in embarrassment, her face red. Landon couldn’t help but softly slap himself on the cheek, chastising himself for being unserlous and flirty..
The Taylor family seemed to be in a good mood as well. Colene had had too much to drink and started dancing with Tatiana while drinking from a wine glass.
“I don’t want to dance with you. You’re clumsy. You might be good at prosecuting suspects, but not at dancing!” Mandy remarked at Cyrus as she twirled.
“How did your dad and I give birth to a bad dancer when we’re so talented in music and dance? It’s strange.”
Cyrus shrugged. “A good dancer might not be a good policeman. It’s not like I can subdue suspects by dancing in front of them.”
Mandy retorted, “It would have been great if you could do that. You don’t even need to point a gun at them
-suspects would faint from your poor dancing skills!”
The guests laughed at the mother-son duo’s banter. At the same time, Rose was drinking alone in a corner. She teared up at the sight of the joyful family.
“Ms. Emerson,” Silas called out to her. She snapped back to reality and found him standing in front of her with a bright smile, extending his hand in a gentlemanly manner.
“May I invite you to a dance?” Silas inquired.
Rose stood up gracefully and placed her hand in his palm. “Of course.”
Silas noticed the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes in the soft light. He tightened his grip on her hand, which startled her, prompting a futile attempt by her to break free from his hold.
“Is something wrong? Do you regret your decision?” Silas inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“No, but why did you pinch my hand?” Rose grumbled.
“I can’t pinch your feet, can I?” he teased, finding humor in the odd question.
“You” Rose began, but her retort was cut short as Silas twirled her gracefully by the waist. After a dizzying spin, she found herself dancing to the rhythm of the music with him.
“Did you cry just now?” he whispered, glancing at her reddened eyes as his hand rested on the small of her back.
“No, no tears. I was yawning,” she denied, but was taken aback by how observant he was.
“Alright, I could have been mistaken.”
“Mistaken? You certainly were,” she retorted, her teeth gritting.
“Your eyesight must be pretty poor, or you wouldn’t have crashed into my car.”
“By the way, I forgot to mention,” Silas interjected with a sly grin.
“What is it?”
He turned her around with him. “After you left the accident scene, I called the traffic police, and they determined you were at fault, Ms. Emerson.”
¦°
She glared at him, biting her lip in embarrassment.
“My insurance company will be in touch with you tomorrow. I don’t need a sugar mommy, just compensation for the repair costs,” he quipped, leaning in with a mischievous grin.
“That will save you some money.”