Chapter 274

I glanced away quickly, but my distraction caused me to misstep again—my heel landed on Bruce's foot. I reacted instinctively and stepped back hastily, but my nervousness made my already stiff limbs feel like disjointed blocks. I suddenly tipped backward. In an instant, Bruce pulled me into his arms. While our bodies were pressed together, I could almost hear his heartbeat through the thin fabric. Yet, his heartbeat grew louder with each thud. I looked at him in disbelief. In his eyes, I saw a mix of emotions, as if he were restraining surging waves and emitting fragmented hope. No, it must be my imagination. I tried to push away from Bruce, but he held me tighter. I cast a cold glance at him while he narrowed his eyes and coldly asked, "What's wrong? Were you disappointed to have me as your dance partner?" I pinched his wrist and forcefully pulled it toward my waist while reminding him, "This is how a waltz should be, Mr. Harold. You're overstepping the mark." His arm around my