Chapter 527. Taking Advantage of the Challenge

Zave Ambrose

She places her hands on my shoulders, scared to truly touch me. Whereas I don't hesitate to position my hands on the small of her back, tugging her closer.

"How are you?" She asks. Her voice was wavering.

"I am."

"Just that? Not good or bad. It is your engagement party after all."

I tilt my head to the side, wrinkling my brows at her statement. I raise my hand to her chin, making her look at me, and then letting my hand rest on her cheek.

"It's not a marriage of love," I state.

She unconsciously leans into my hand, her body trembling underneath my touch. I don't even know if we're still dancing. I suppose we are.

"Doesn't mean it isn't a real marriage."

"True."

Mera shrugs my touch off but we keep moving, she doesn't let go of me just yet. On the contrary, it almost seems as though she's clutching onto the fabric