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“…Surprise.” In fact, she felt more surprised than delighted.

Baron Lawrence captured every subtle expression on her face, and he increasingly found those roses displeasing. He clenched his jaw, picked up his knife and fork, delicately cut the steak on the plate, and handed it to Enna Clark. Then he moved the plate in front of Enna to his front, elegant and dignified, “Let’s eat.”

“Oh.”

Enna Clark really couldn’t describe the atmosphere; it was very romantic, very aesthetic, but she always felt that being rushed into such a romantic candlelit dinner right after waking up threw her off balance.

She had slept for the whole day and was quite hungry. Despite the weird feeling, it did not affect her appetite. She quickly finished the steak in front of her and picked up her lemon water to take a sip. She squinted her eyes contentedly, “I’m full.”

No sooner had her voice fallen, than the man opposite put down his knife and fork elegantly, wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked to her front.

He suddenly knelt on one knee, turned toward her, and extended his hand, “Miss, may I have this dance?”

His sharp features were highlighted and his mixed-race appearance gave off a feeling of depth. Amid the flowers, violin music, and candlelit dinner, his sudden gesture was like a prince kneeling and inviting Cinderella to dance.

Structured by an unknown force, Enna stretched out her hand to rest on his palm. Suddenly grasped, she didn’t realize what was happening until after, and embarrassedly said, “You know, I…I can’t dance.”

Originally, Jacob Clark had instructed her and Jasmine Clark to learn the etiquette waltz together. But Juliet Jordan had opposed it, not wanting to delay her studies. As a result, only Jasmine was sent to learn.

Later, those occasions where such upper-class society dance was used, she had never had the qualifications to attend. Hence, there was no need to learn.

Last time at the Military District’s celebration, he insisted on leading her to dance. She accidentally hit his wound, causing the wound to tear open.

“It’s fine; as long as I can, it’s sufficient. Enna, you just have to trust me, follow me wholeheartedly. Anyway, there’s no one else to see, only us here.”

Trust him, wholeheartedly entrust herself to him! He would definitely protect her well!

Enna Clark bit her lower lip, bravely clasped his hand back, and stood up. She didn’t forget to stress, “I’ve told you, I really can’t dance. If I step on you, remember to tell me to stop.”

“Silence!”

His brows furrowed, his powerful arm pulled hers, starting to lead her following the rhythm of the music to dance.

Enna Clark was extremely nervous at first.

It wasn’t as he described, with only the two of them on the rooftop. There were many violinists and cellists present. If she caused a spectacle, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

She didn’t know how to dance to begin with. The more nervous she was, the more mistakes she made. She lost count of how many times she stepped on Baron Lawrence’s foot, yet he acted as though he didn’t feel a thing, and never called to stop.

Later, when she finally gave up on trying to be careful and danced freely, it became much easier. Gradually, she was able to keep up with his rhythm, following his every release and pull back of her hand, turning and dancing…

Her mood lightened. Following the rhythm of the music, her gaze was firmly drawn to the dancing man –