Chapter 5:

Hearing this, Kristopher opened his eyes and peered in the direction Marc indicated.

Below on the dance floor, amid a crowd of dancers in black and white, one figure in vibrant red captured his attention.

A woman in a red dress was waltzing intimately with a man clad in black, her back to Kristopher.

It was evident from their movements that she danced not only with grace but also with more skill than her partner, who she seemed to be subtly leading.

Kristopher furrowed his brows and glanced at Marc. “Perhaps it’s time to get you a new pair of glasses.”

The woman they observed displayed solid dancing skills, unlike Belinda, who had been mistakenly taken away as a baby and only returned to the Nelson family from the countryside at eighteen. Having missed out on many opportunities, Belinda had never learned to dance.

Marc had to be mistaken. This couldn’t be Belinda.

Just then, the woman in red turned around.

Marc paused, then stubbornly gestured again towards her. “Mr. Cox, it looks like… it really is your wife!”

Kristopher shifted his gaze back to the dance floor with impatience.

When he finally saw the woman’s face, he was stunned.

It was indeed Belinda!

her closely. Her lips were a bold red, her expression unmistakably clear


makeup was as bold as

this unexpected side of her. She was playful and

delicate fingers as

there she was,

thought, he turned and made

“Kristopher!”

clear, female voice called

stopped and looked

approaching, a smile on her face, gracefully lifting

surprise to see you

quirked an eyebrow. “What brings

top-notch designers at the banquet tonight. I thought I’d scout for some jewelry to potentially endorse.

Cathy extended her hand towards Kristopher. “Shall we


red on the dance floor, then agreed,

On the dance floor…

to leave. Turning around, she

“Belinda?”

apology, she was taken aback by a familiar voice calling

instinctively, she

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