nrepairable Love Chapter 561

“When I got there, I heard Elizabeth was going to be at tonight’s banquet. Are you going, Mr. Tudor?” Nolan asked.

Alexander was only supposed to show up during the day, but now that Elizabeth was going to be there, he was willing to attend the evening event as well.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Alexander said.

Nolan grinned, already guessing Alexander would change his mind.

“Alright, Mr. Tudor. I’ll push all your work to tomorrow,” he said.

As eight o’clock rolled around, the jewelry exhibition celebration was in full swing. Elizabeth had slipped into a black dress that hugged her waist, making her look even more stunning.

The lights dimmed suddenly. Everyone looked up. Ivan, in a tailcoat, slowly made his entrance.

Someone whispered, “Who’s Mr. Shawn gonna pick for the opening dance?”

Another person added, “Oh, there’s an opening dance? Bet he’s looking for the prettiest girl here. Who doesn’t love beauty, right?”

Ivan stood in the middle of the dance floor, scanning the room. Elizabeth took a sip of champagne, her eyes meeting Ivan’s. Ivan smiled.

Elizabeth felt a jolt of unease. ‘Why’s he smiling at me?’ she wondered. And then, Ivan started walking toward her. Elizabeth’s heart raced. Yep, Ivan was heading straight for her.

The crowd buzzed with whispers, “Is he going to Elizabeth?”

“Looks like it!”

Just as Elizabeth was thinking how crazy this was, Ivan stopped in front of her. He extended his hand and smiled. “Elizabeth, may I have the honor of this first dance?”

Dizabeth was stunned. “Mr. Shawn, isn’t this a bit…inappropriate?” Elizabeth felt awkward.

The venue was grand, with a beautiful blue dance floor, and a spotlight on them, making them the center of attention.

Chapter 561

Ivan smiled. “There’s nothing inappropriate about it.” As long as he didn’t care what people thought, it was fine. Of course, it would be great if Elizabeth didn’t care either.

“My status makes it tricky; it wouldn’t be good for you, Elizabeth.” He stopped closer, intertwining his fingers with hers, gently placing a hand on her waist, and whispered in her ear, “Elizabeth, don’t make me a laughingstock.”

After all, this was Ivan’s event. Elizabeth felt cornered and said, “You should’ve given me a heads-up.”

“Besides you, I don’t know any other girls. Please,” he softened his tone, almost pleading.

Elizabeth’s ears burned from his words. Ivan was indeed very persuasive. Luckily, she was experienced.

“Please. Everyone’s watching,” Ivan continued, hoping Elizabeth would agree to the opening dance.