“May I have the honor of this dance?” Caleb bowed slightly in front of me and beckoned at me to join him.
I wanted to refuse, but Adam shoved me to Caleb and urged, “Debra, do what he says.”
Debra’s POV:
In the end, I was forced to head to the dance floor with Caleb. This was the first time I had danced since I turned eighteen.
Angela’s Library
At first, I moved very clumsily. It was Caleb who took the lead and guided me patiently. When I had finally adjusted to the rhythm, I gradually started to relax.
Under the dim, warm lights, we were Like a couple who got along well. “Debra, what happened to your shoulder?” Caleb asked in a low voice, staring at the scar on my shoulder.
I didn’t know why he suddenly asked about this, but I decided to answer him honestly. “I got hurt while escaping Leonel and his men.”
Frowning, Caleb asked, “Did it hurt?” “I don’t remember.”
I wasn’t lying. At that time, the pain of being abandoned by my father and of losing Vicky was far worse than any physical pain.
It wasn’t difficult to forget the pain of physical wounds, but it was difficult to get rid of emotional ones. It was as though my soul was being mercilessly crushed by a huge boulder, nearly quashing my will to live.
Thinking about my dear Vicky, I felt so sad that I missed a few steps. My high heel dug into Caleb’s foot several times.
“Ah Being stepped on hard, Caleb hissed in pain and looked at me aggrievedly. “Debra, is this revenge?”
When I was about to deny it, he continued, “I don’t blame you.”
His tone was gentle—-helpless even. His little dejected sigh was like a leaf streaking across the lake, causing ripples in my heart, and I temporarily forgot about the pain of the past.
We gradually danced our way to the center of the dance floor. The spot light was focused on us, as if to isolate us from all the external distractions.
Caleb looked at me with his dark green eyes. He almost looked affectionate, as though I was the only one for him.
My heart was racing wildly in my chest, my blood pumping through my veins. The restlessness in my heart quickly suppressed my reason.
At that moment, I just wanted to hold him and take in his homey scent.
But at this moment, Caleb suddenly said something unexpected.
“Debra, I know I wronged you. Tell me, how can I compensate you for the pain I caused you?”
It was as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over my head, sobering me up instantly.
I didn’t answer him for a long time. Finally, Caleb asked bluntly, “Just tell me, Debra. How much money do you want?”
