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.

sweat. She

him, she told herself again. It’s just his presence… that’s

his hand pressed gently at her back to guide her

Somto caught her.

flawless, so natural that no one in the crowd noticed anything out of place. The guests smiled and watched, charmed by the sibling dance. The livestream comment section poured out

Can siblings even dance this

they floatin

nervous or

dances like

I’m sweating and I’m

every time he pulled her a little closer to

was not

her, carrying her through every step

worked on my mentality first, she thought, frustrated. Why did I agree to this? I can’t even stand his

to help him, to save the dance, to ease the disappointment in the hall. But instead,

that somehow made it worse. The silence between them was filled with too many questions she didn’t

the way he moved around her, silent, graceful, attentive. It was like he was always

siblings were

No.

she slipped

final note of the song rang through the air like the

the rhythm, guiding Nnenna into the last smooth turn before gently bringing her back into a final pose, one hand in his, the other lightly placed on his

perfectly framed beneath the soft golden chandeliers of

Nnenna immediately stepped back.

anyone watching closely to see she was eager to put distance between herself and Somto. Her hand dropped

She needed air.

but because of that strange, persistent tension she still couldn’t name. She had danced, she had

Somto remained standing