Chapter 1165:

The following morning, Laney climbed into Cliff’s car, acting as if nothing had transpired.

Cliff noticed her spreading a towel across the seat. “Worried about dirt? The car gets cleaned every day.”

Laney wouldn’t think so. “No,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I just worry you’ll find my dress childish and be disgusted.”

Cliff suppressed a chuckle.

Clutching her seatbelt, Laney kept her gaze down. “I understood what you said at dinner yesterday. Don’t worry. I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Explain what you mean,” Cliff said, glancing her way.

slightly as she whispered, “I won’t have feelings for you anymore. You can

face remained impassive. “That’s impossible. You’ve attached your seatbelt

awkwardly to unbuckle and refasten it

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ran long again. The studio had emptied, but Laney, being the principal dancer, had to

Laney moved through her routine, her earlier words to Cliff echoed in her mind. She’d tried to provoke a reaction by claiming she was

clear thoughts of that captivating man, Laney engaged her core, rose en pointe,

and standing beneath the bright lights, she lowered her gaze and there was Cliff. He stood there, towering and statuesque,

vision, making it impossible to read whether it was

extended his hand toward

if drawn by an invisible force, Laney

form, his first concern was for her well-being. “Do your feet hurt from

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