Chapter 91

In the dimly lit room, filled with the sound of music and laughter, John could not resist the temptation to pull Yana onto the dance floor. It was evident that Yana was just playing along, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the whirlwind of emotions going through her mind.

As John placed his hands on her waist, Yana stood frozen, her body as still as ice. Her gaze shifted away, avoiding his penetrating eyes, as she struggled to find the right words to express her inner turmoil.

A deep sigh escaped John’s lips, his frustration palpable. Determined to reconnect, he gently guided her arms to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull her closer. Yet, Yana distanced herself, physically and emotionally.

Confusion clouded John’s face as he uttered, "What’s wrong?" His voice carried a mix of concern and desperation.

After clearing her throat, Yana finally found her voice. "Are you even aware that what you’re doing is wrong?" Her words h