They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 376: Is It Hot In Here Or…?

How, despite everything, she didn’t want the music to stop.

She ignored that voice.

Whatever these feelings were, they couldn’t be anything else. She knew her heart. She knew what was right. And romance? With Somto?

Impossible.

She had no such feelings for him. She was sure of this.

She looked up briefly at him, at those sharp, unreadable eyes, and quickly looked away again.

Maybe it was just because she was unfamiliar with matters of men and women. No experience to help her see things clearer.

Maybe the consciousness that they weren’t really siblings by blood was more heightened whenever she was with Somto making her react weirdly even without being in love with him.

The music continued. The dance carried on. But inside her, a war of thoughts had just begun.

The music floated gently across the ballroom, slow and elegant, yet with every note, Nnenna’s heart pounded like war drums.

Her hand rested in Somto’s, her other lightly on his shoulder, and his hand remained firm and steady at her waist. Everything about their posture was correct, textbook ballroom form, but nothing about the feeling was.

Somto’s gaze was intense. He wasn’t smiling, not frowning either, just watching her with eyes that felt like they could see straight through every mask she wore. And that alone made Nnenna lose her footing.

She misstepped.

It was slight, barely a twitch of her foot out of sync, but before the thought of panic could register in her brain, Somto adjusted smoothly, guiding her back into rhythm like it was part of the choreography.

Her breath hitched.

palm started to sweat. She

she told herself again. It’s

Her mind wandered, her heartbeat skipped at the way his hand pressed gently at her back

Somto caught her.

in the crowd noticed anything out of place. The guests smiled and watched, charmed by the sibling dance. The livestream

Can siblings even dance this

floatin fr. This

she’s nervous or I’m imagining

Somto really dances like he

I’m not even in

pulled her a little closer to keep the flow smooth,

was not

dancing for her, shielding her, guiding her, carrying her through every step like

on my mentality first, she thought, frustrated. Why did I agree

like this in her mind. She had just wanted to help him, to save the dance, to ease the disappointment in the hall. But instead, she was falling apart under his

wasn’t saying a word, but that somehow made it worse. The silence between them was filled with too many questions she didn’t want

dance, but by the way he moved around her, silent, graceful, attentive. It was like

siblings were supposed to

No.

tighter to him. Because if she slipped again,

note of the song rang through the air like the

slowed their movement with the rhythm, guiding Nnenna into the last smooth turn before gently bringing her back

moment, perfectly framed beneath the soft golden chandeliers of the ballroom. The crowd erupted into

Nnenna immediately stepped back.

herself and Somto. Her hand dropped from his, her eyes lowered,

She needed air.

still couldn’t name. She had danced, she had done her part, but being so close to him for so long

Somto remained standing where she left