Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 137: Feeling Shy?

With his reminder, Leon Grant suddenly realized that since she had made her entrance, she hadn’t said a word.

Lily Sinclair sensed Leon Grant’s inquisitive gaze on her, her heart pounding like a drum.

What should she do?

If she didn’t speak, it seemed everyone was doubting her identity.

But if she spoke, wouldn’t everything fall apart?

She hadn’t even danced yet; how could it end just like this?

Thinking quickly, Lily Sinclair bit her lip, pointed at her own throat after a while, and then shook her hand, all without speaking.

Seeing this, Leon Grant quickly reacted, asking worriedly, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Hearing this, Lily Sinclair immediately nodded her head vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grain!

"Oh, that’s what it is..." Anton Kincaid suddenly understood, no longer curious.

After all, the white feathered princess mask was something he had specially arranged, so from the beginning, he hadn’t doubted that the woman in front of him might not be the real Raine Sinclair.

However, Leon Grant’s brow remained furrowed, "Caught a cold? Have you been to the hospital?"

It was serious enough that she couldn’t speak, yet she still attended the ball; she really wasn’t taking her health seriously!

Lily Sinclair continued to nod, but her gaze was evasive.

She didn’t dare to make too much eye contact with Leon Grant. Even with a mask as her cover, a fake is still a fake, unable to withstand such close scrutiny.

Moreover, her heart... was lacking confidence.

Leon Grant’s brow furrowed deeper, feeling that Raine Sinclair seemed a bit peculiar today?

Could it be that during the days he was inspecting the subsidiary, he missed something about her?

Harboring these doubts, Leon Grant didn’t voice them.

Just then, the music around them softened, as the host on stage announced the official start of the masquerade ball.

Soon, it would be the first dance.

As the lights began to dim, everyone started inviting their dance partners.

Anton Kincaid also slipped away at this moment.

He had finished arranging affairs for these two, so he had to find himself a dance partner too!

Otherwise, if everyone turned around and noticed he was the only one alone, how pitiful would that be?

After Anton Kincaid left, Leon Grant extended his right hand again to the woman in front of him, inviting, "Beautiful princess, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

When the two of them were left alone, Leon Grant’s words became much more playful.

Lily Sinclair was momentarily stunned, and then she smiled, extending her hand, which he quickly grasped.

The warm feeling transmitted from the back of her hand to her heart, like an electric shock!

The tingling sensation seemed addictive!

As the music began, Leon Grant stepped forward, placing his left hand on her slender waist, leading her gently into the dance.

Lily Sinclair followed his steps, spinning bit by bit, quickly becoming immersed in the wonderful experience he brought her.

But...

Leon Grant felt that the woman in his arms seemed somewhat different from before.

When he first met Raine Sinclair, he had also danced with her.

Even though the scene was somewhat chaotic, he could clearly feel that she was a completely independent person with a strong sense of agency.

Her dance steps complemented his, yet she maintained her individuality when spinning.

She was versatile, gracefully poised...

But at this moment, although her familiarity with the dance steps remained unchanged, there was an added sense of dependency.

She almost didn’t follow her own rhythm, completely adhering to his movements, with no trace of her own identity.

Could she be pregnant?

Leon Grant pondered, suddenly leaning close to her ear and asking, "Raine, you seem a bit different today?"

Lily Sinclair, who was immersed in her dreamlike state, was struck as if by lightning upon hearing these words!

She quickly snapped out of her dream, lowering her head slightly, her eyes avoiding his gaze, afraid to meet his eyes.

Moreover, her dance steps appeared slightly frantic.

These subtle movements seemed inexplicably endearing in Leon Grant’s eyes.

"Shy?" he asked again, his voice low and sensual, carrying a strong allure.

Lily Sinclair’s heart raced!

She silently bit her lower lip, her hand on his body subconsciously clasping tighter, wrinkling his perfectly tailored suit without realizing it.

However, Leon Grant sensed her tension, feeling an inexplicable strangeness in addition to a lot of excitement and thrill.

She was displaying a shy demeanor like a young girl in front of him. Could it mean she had feelings for him too?

Realizing this, his joy completely overcame his reason, leaving no room to contemplate her differences from usual. He tightened his grip, drawing her deeper into his embrace.

"Hold me tight," he said.

These three short words seemed to carry some magical power, leaving Lily Sinclair with no choice but to comply.

Already deeply infatuated with him, coupled with this rare opportunity, how could she miss it?

She nestled deeper into his embrace.

The gentle, beautiful music filled her ears, accompanied by his unique scent, with a faint aroma of tobacco, mysteriously intoxicating...

Every spin, every step, was filled with her affection, swirling in her mind.

She thought, she might never forget this moment for the rest of her life...

No matter what happens with Leon Grant in the future, she would never forget today.

However, beautiful things are always fleeting and ephemeral.

As the dance ended, with the final note falling, Lily Sinclair and Leon Grant’s dance stopped as well.

The surrounding people dispersed, and servers carrying trays of full wine glasses streamed in.

Just at that moment, a few people gathered around Leon Grant, engaging him in conversation.

Lily Sinclair stood alone, even though her physical movements had stopped, her soul seemed to remain immersed in the earlier beauty...

Suddenly, a server stopped in front of her, "Miss, would you like a drink?"

"No need," Lily Sinclair instinctively replied, then quickly covered her mouth in terror!

How did she suddenly speak?

She quickly glanced at Leon Grant, seeing he was still talking to those people, not noticing her, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully!

Before she could completely relax, the server who had not left lowered his voice, speaking at a volume only the two of them could hear, "Second Miss Sinclair, I know it’s you, no need to pretend."

"..." Lily Sinclair was stunned, her eyes widening in shock at the man in front of her!

How could this person know her identity?!

The man curled his lips into a devilish grin, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here to help you."