Chapter 125: The Dance of Regret

Hearing this, a flicker of pain crossed Trevor’s eyes. His voice was hoarse. “Summer, is there really no chance for us?”

“No.” Summer’s answer was firm and determined. With that, she ignored him and quickly ate some food. Trevor lowered his eyes, his fingers gripping the blueberry cake so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

When I tried so hard to change and make amends, Summer had become cold and unyielding. There was no trace of me in her eyes. Trevor had never been so humiliated in his life, lowering his pride to beg a woman.

Sometimes he wondered… was Summer the only one for me? If it was just a habit from those five years, then I could find another woman to cultivate that habit. But the thought of being with someone else, someone like her, made me feel uncomfortable all over. Only then did I realize that it wasn’t just a habit; it was love. Even if another man appeared at her side, I couldn’t let go either.

Just then, the elegant melody of a waltz filled the air. Pairs of men and women in beautiful gowns took to the dance floor, twirling gracefully. Madeleine Berry, the heiress of the Marloux, wore a plunging black evening gown. Her golden hair made her look like a princess. She held a wine glass, her red nails captivating and alluring. Madeleine had always been confident. In Belvare, no one could resist her charms. She tossed her long hair, her gaze seductive as she looked at the man next to her, whose noble yet arrogant demeanor was unmatched.

“Mr. Graham, can you dance with me?”

Fraser’s flawless face showed no emotion as he sipped his cocktail, his voice cold. “I’m allergic to dancing.” This ridiculous excuse for rejection was the first Madeleine had ever heard. Her eyes narrowed, and her red lips curled into a smile.

“It seems that I’m not charming enough.”

As she spoke, Madeleine leaned forward, her low-cut dress revealing a tantalizing glimpse. Fraser didn’t even bat an eyelid. “Sorry, I’m colorblind.”

Marry frowned. With my stunning figure, most men would have been drooling, but he showed no reaction at all! Didn’t he know how many men around the world would kill to tear off my dress?

Meanwhile, Trevor was following closely behind Summer. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and pulled her into a spin, pulling her close. The next moment, he led her onto the dance floor. Summer immediately refused. But with so many journalists present, Summer didn’t want to make a scene. Her voice was low but full of anger.

“What are you doing? Trevor, do you know what you’re being right now? A clingy nuisance.”

“I’m sorry. I just want to have a serious conversation with you.”

The surrounding guests, seeing the strikingly handsome couple on the dance floor, erupted into a small wave of excitement. Summer’s voice was icy. “This relationship is in the past for me. Your apologies don’t matter anymore.” As she spoke, she glanced to the side and saw Fraser watching her, his gaze cold and dark. Summer’s heart skipped a beat. Even though she and Fraser had no future together, she instinctively feared his misunderstanding.

Trevor begged sincerely. “No, I love you. I don’t want it to be in the past.”

Summer’s voice became urgent. “But I don’t love you. I’ve said it many times; I have no feelings for you anymore.”

Trevor noticed where Summer’s gaze had lingered earlier and said bitterly, “You’ve fallen in love with him, are you?”

Summer didn’t answer. Such personal feelings didn’t need a response. Trevor’s eyes stung. How could I not understand her? Five years together. I knew exactly what love looked like in her eyes.

(The final line appears to be in a different language and is unintelligible.)