Carabella still felt her entire body stiffen from her boss's first firm touch on her waist. She felt unworthy of her boss's touch, as her boss should have been touching her fiancé. She could hardly imagine what it would be like if Larissa had witnessed this forbidden scene firsthand; she was certain she would have killed her cruelly.
Her head kept shaking nervously as she imagined the various tortures she'd endured from Larissa. Therefore, she actually completely agreed with Jefferson's crazy idea of suddenly wanting to teach her how to dance.
"What's wrong with you, really?" Jefferson asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I am alright."
"Don't worry, you don't need to be nervous. Just follow my instructions."
Carabella nodded while looking at her boss's feet.
"You don't have to be nervous every time you dance. Just move your feet to the rhythm of the romantic music."
"It sounds simple, but it's quite difficult for me to do."
