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    Dn’s expression was like stone. He kept dancing while fending off the masked man.


    Something about the masked man gave off a dangerous air, setting Dn on edge. There was no way he would let another man take Christina from him.


    Under the mask, Christina’s brows drew together. She quickly guessed who the masked man was—Terrence.


    His ck pupils might have fooled others, but she knew his aggressive aura too well. He must have been wearing colored contact lenses; his real eyes were blue. Even with only his eyes visible, she could almost see the devilish grin on that handsome face. What was Terrence up to?


    Suddenly, Terrence reached for Christina’s wrist. Dn reacted quickly, spinning her away and dodging the grab with ease.


    From across the room, Brendon watched as two men vied for his ex-wife. A re of anger shot through him. His grip on the wine ss tightened, almost shattering it.


    Beside him, Ynda noticed his shift in mood. She bit back her frustration, her re fixed on Christina. What was so special about her? She had Dn on the dance floor, another man trying to take her, and even Brendon couldn’t look away. If this kept up, would Brendon really start wanting Christina back?


    Ynda’s fists clenched. She couldn’t allow that. She hadn’t even secured a better option than Brendon yet—she couldn’t risk losing him as her backing.


    “Brendon, darling…” Ynda slipped her hand onto his arm, her voice sugary sweet. “Christina must be quite the enchantress, making men fight Mr. Scott for her.”


    Katie scoffed. “Gee! Enchantress? She’s nothing but a shameless flirt who ys the field without shame.”


    Brendon remained utterly still, his attention fixed on Christina as if the rest of the world had faded into nothingness.


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    He noticed that, since their divorce, Christina had be more mesmerizing with each passing moment—every movement a graceful enchantment that captivated and held the eye. In all the three years they had lived under the same roof, he had never realized she could dance—let alone with such delicate, almost otherworldly elegance, each movement flowing like whispers of silk caught in a gentle breeze.


    Years ago, after recovering from his leg injury, an invitation to a ball had arrived. Christina had prepared herself in secret, adorning every detail with quiet hope—certain that, when the music began, his hand would naturally find hers.


    But back then, he had barely spared her a nce. No matter her appearance, it only stirred a cold distaste within him. He had never intended to take her to the ball, convinced she would only bring him shame in front of others. Now, those memories surfaced unbidden, sharp and painful, twisting deeper into his chest. Had he chosen her as his partner that night, could she have shone at the center of everyone’s gaze, perhaps even opening doors to new alliances on his behalf?<fnf496> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find~novel</fnf496>


    A bitter swell of regret surged through Brendon, his hands curling into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white, as if he could crush the weight of his remorse between them. His emotions tangled in a knot so dense that his thoughts spun into disorder. What was happening to him? Was it possible he had begun to feel something for Christina?


    While his mind churned, Ynda rested her head gently against his shoulder. “Brendon, they dance so beautifully! I hope we can have a turnter—it’s been far too long since ourst.”


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