"Dance?"
"It's so late. It's not appropriate!"
Margaret chuckled, full of guilt.
She struggled a little, but the man tightened his grip.
"Don't you think that you're right? Why? You can dance for other men, but you can't dance for your husband."
"No... It's just that I'm tired."
Margaret's mind was full of the lights and alcohol in the bar, afraid that Julian would really beat her.
It was just a dance!
"It's really not that you don't dare to dance for me?"
Julian approached, and the man's hot breath hit Margaret's face.
The oncoming threat made Margaret's heart tighten, and her confidence lessened a bit.
Shouldn't they like a tyrannical CEO and his cute poor wife now?
Such a fair and clear interrogation was not in line with the supposed plot development.
"Why would I dare?"
"Really?"
"Yes, it's just dancing. There's no problem."
As soon as Margaret finished speaking, she suddenly found his force had disappeared.
