Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie)

Chapter 880

"Hey, pretty lady, want to move this party somewhere else?"

In the center of the dance floor, a man leaned closer to Lena with an inviting smile. Lena tossed her rarely unbound long hair over her shoulder, swaying slightly as she replied, "To your bed, perhaps?" "If that's what you want," the man said with a grin, moving even closer.

Lena pressed a single finger to his forehead, stopping him in his tracks. "I think my bed would be more suitable."

"Your bed works too," the man smirked.

Leaning in closer, Lena gave a sly smile. "My bed happens to be a surgical table.

The man laughed, assuming she was teasing him. "So, what's on the menu? Heart or liver?"

"Heart and liver," Lena replied smoothly, her finger pressing precisely on the corresponding points on his body.

The man hesitated, clearly startled by her precision, but before he could react, Lena pushed him away with a flick of her finger. She had danced enough and left the floor, catching her breath.

From the crowd below, onlookers whistled and cheered, and a few men even reached out to help her down, eager for a chance to interact. Lena scoffed lightly and ignored them, instead extending her arms toward Aaron, who sat calmly watching her from his seat. "Uncle, carry me!" she hollered loudly, drawing more whistles from the audience.

legs, stood up, and strode to the stage

into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "Uncle, I'm so

out of the bar amidst the crowd's cheers

to carry her like this was when she was a child. Her mother had put a stop to it with a sharp reminder: "Lena, you're a grown girl now. Stop clinging

that day forward, Lena stopped asking for piggyback rides or for him to

his arms.

happy today," Lena murmured, resting

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taking her outside to the car. He gently set her down on the hood of his luxury SUV, the cool night wind

her face. "Why

angel. To strangers, I'm an aloof beauty. To my parents, I'm an immature child. And

I can't even remember the last time I sang or danced. I've been so shaped by everyone else's expectations that I've forgotten who I really am." Léna tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly, and after several

she climbed back onto the hood, treating the expensive car as her personal