Chapter 110

Chapter 110:

As the music came to a halt and their final position was held, the dance concluded. The audience was thoroughly enthralled by their flawless execution.

Rosalie and Ashton maintained a close pose, which, though intimate, was seen as nothing short of spectacular by those watching. Even those unfamiliar with the nuances of dance found themselves completely absorbed by the performance. The elegance and synchronization of their movements captivated everyone, whether they were aficionados or not.

The routine ended perfectly, prompting a roaring applause that filled the room and spilled beyond the dance hall. Excited murmurs and cheers broke out among the crowd.

“It’s clear why Mr. Baldwin was specifically invited by Miss Rosalie Campbell. Their performance was sheer perfection!”

This sparked a wave of admiration. “Truly, I’ve never understood the meaning of ‘a match made in heaven’ or ‘the perfect couple’ until witnessing this!”

“Miss Campbell, are you certain Mr. Baldwin is just a music teacher and not a professional dancer you brought in for this event? Your dance was astonishingly perfect!”

Flushed with modesty, both Rosalie and Ashton couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the adoration. In the midst of the lively atmosphere, Fraser was the only one who seemed out of place.

He had stood there, fully expecting Ashton to embarrass himself. But to Fraser’s surprise, he was the one who ended up looking foolish. Pain gripped his heart, and his face soured despite his best efforts to mask it.

Questions flooded Fraser’s mind at that moment. Though it might have gone unnoticed by others, Fraser, with his background in ballroom dancing, knew better. After just a few initial adjustments, Ashton had taken over, flawlessly leading the latter half of the dance. Ashton had understated his skills, claiming he knew “a little”.

Fraser realized Ashton had remained silent from the beginning, using him as a pawn to dazzle Rosalie. Reflecting on this, Fraser wished he could slap himself. Had he not made those concerned remarks to Ashton earlier, he might have had the opportunity to ask Rosalie for a dance himself.

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Now, Ashton stood in the spotlight, proudly at the center of the dance floor with Rosalie, basking in the applause and admiration, while Fraser was relegated to a mere spectator.

The hardest part for Fraser was realizing he had no one to blame but himself. Ashton had kept silent; it was Fraser’s own comments that had earned Rosalie’s sympathy, prompting her to invite Ashton to dance.

As he listened to the endless praise being lavished on the couple, Fraser was consumed by jealousy. Reflecting on his two failed attempts to discredit Ashton, he realized they had inadvertently enhanced Ashton’s reputation.

For the first time, Fraser felt like the fool in this situation.

Always noted for his polished manner, Fraser found it increasingly difficult to keep his cool. His normally serene facade began to crack, revealing a glimpse of his genuine irritation, which distorted his features into an ugly scowl.

Selena, unable to dance due to her health, had watched her sister and Ashton glide across the floor with genuine delight. She clapped and cheered along with the crowd. However, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Fraser’s dark, twisted expression.

Concerned and puzzled, Selena leaned closer and whispered, “Fraser, what’s wrong? You look so troubled. Are you ill? Should I get the doctor?”

Fraser, typically gentle with Selena, brushed her off this time. With a stern look, he turned and walked away silently, knowing that lingering any longer would only expose his true emotions more clearly.

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