Chapter 7
Chapter 7: “Tonight’s lighting technician must have a grudge against me,”’ Darren murmured, his hand slipping away from Belinda’s slim waist. Belinda flashed him a playful smile and said with a twinkle in her eye, “Darren, it seems fate loves to tease us.”’ She then turned, her gaze drifting to another beam of light across the room. Caught in its glare stood a man, his expression icy and distant. Belinda’s smile stiffened. Kristopher? Why was he here? Was he searching for her? Or”¦ Almost without thinking, her eyes flicked back to Darren. There, she caught sight of his new partner, Cathy, whose displeasure was painfully clear. A pang of sadness hit Belinda. It all appeared to be just a mere coincidence. Kristopher’s gaze was fixed only on Cathy. How could he even be concerned about her whereabouts? Belinda hesitated and didn’t move. Then, a spotlight illuminated her on the dance floor, causing her to squint. From a distance, soft murmurs were audible. Belinda’s brow creased with reluctance as she briskly made her way toward Kristopher. Throughout their three-year marriage, she had maintained discretion, keeping their relationship hidden from those who needn’t know. Now, as a divorcee, she felt even less compelled to give people something to talk about. It was merely a dance, something she might have done with anyone. Without the bonds of marriage, Kristopher was essentially a stranger. With this thought, she walked up to Kristopher and offered a forced smile, saying, “Hello.”’ Check out the newest chapters She then extended her hand and gently placed it on Kristopher’s shoulder. Kristopher’s frame tensed slightly. He turned a cold gaze towards Belinda’s hand on his shoulder, his lips curling with a hint of frost. “Why so formal?”’ His hand, warm and dry, took hold of Belinda’s waist firmly and yanked her close. “You seemed quite close with the other men you danced with earlier. Why such formality with your own husband?”’ As they moved together, he lowered his gaze to meet hers, his dark eyes brimming with icy contempt. “We were married for three years, and I had no idea you could dance.”’ The force of his grip caused Belinda to grimace. She lifted her head, her smile tinged with coldness. “There’s so much you don’t know about me.”’ When they had just gotten married, Belinda had tried to impress Kristopher by inviting him to dance at a family banquet. However, Kristopher had coldly rejected her, scoffing, “What kind of dancing do you know? If you want to make fun of yourself, I don’t mind. But don’t get me involved.”’ She attempted to explain that she was capable of dancing, but he simply turned and walked away. That rejection had left a deep scar on Belinda’s heart. Since that day, she had stopped dancing. But following their divorce, she found herself unexpectedly dancing with Kristopher. A bitter smile crossed her face. Anyway, she danced with Kristopher, which fulfilled one of her wishes before dying. Though now, she no longer cherished that old wish. “Indeed, there was much I was unaware of,”’ Kristopher admitted. His icy voice cut through her thoughts. “Before tonight, I had no idea that a woman who had undergone an abortion just a week ago would choose such revealing attire for a party. Nor did I suspect that the woman who appeared so fragile before me last week could travel to a distant city and dance so intimately with numerous men behind my back.”’ He looked down at her, his gaze dripping with icy sarcasm. “Aren’t you the one who values your status as Mrs. Cox above all, always so dignified and composed? What”¦”’ “Now? Did you realize those tricks wouldn’t work on me, so you came here to dance closely with other men, hoping to make me jealous? Belinda, you’re overestimating yourself.”’…