C26 One Foot One Kiss

"You know him?" He saw Aaron Anderson. Benjamin Walton naturally thought of Nick Anderson.

She realized she had lost her composure, shook her head, and let go of his arm.

"I don't know him."

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Alright." Her expression was no longer as natural as it was before.

"Come and sit with me," he said, leading her to an empty table in the corner. He continued, "Sit down. What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever."

He called the waiter and brought her some food.

She lowered her head and ate slowly.

Someone came to greet him, and he talked to someone.

As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at her. She was secretly looking in Aaron Anderson's direction.

He frowned. She clearly knew Aaron Anderson, there was no mistake.

Someone had come to invite him over to talk business. He looked at her. "I'll go sit for a while. I'll be back in a few minutes. You don't have to walk around. "

She nodded. "Alright!"

When he left, she sighed.

When she looked up at Aaron Anderson again, she saw that he was also glaring at her.

She frowned slightly and shifted her gaze away as she continued to eat.

The more she tried to calm down, the louder the sounds around her became.

At the table behind her, a few women were talking about her and William Walton.

Someone said in disdain, "Where did this woman come from?"

"Who knows, did you see that? Her arm was tightly holding onto San Ye, it was so close that it was almost hanging onto San Ye's body."

"She's too shameless. If there's no one here, she probably will pounce on Mr. Walton."

"That's right, I don't think Mr. Walton has any good impression of her. He always has a cold face, as if he's been disgusted by it."

"Young girls, they don't know where they are if they have a little beauty. Is Mr. Walton something that an unknown little character can covet? "

"..."

The women's discussion was so heated that they didn't notice when William Walton walked past them.

He glanced sideways at the women. A bunch of reckless women.

On the other side, Laura Green's hand that was holding onto her fork was trembling.

This circle was always disgusting, but she actually knew about it.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen Monica Anderson and her mother's hateful faces.

However, being discussed in such a manner by a stranger, the displeasure in her heart wasn't fake.

She put down her knife and fork and got up to leave the filthy place.

However, at this moment, elegant music rang out and people began to enter the dance floor to dance one after another.

William Walton walked in front of her and blocked her way. He put his hand on her waist and looked at her lovingly with a smile.

"What? You heard the dance music, and your heart is itching. You want to dance with me?"

He led her past the next table. His voice was loud, and several women heard him.

Everyone kept quiet and looked at the two of them.

She was surprised. Dance? What a joke.

"I can't dance."

"Then learn, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, he helped her put her hands naturally around his neck, and he put his arms around her waist.

He looked at her and said lovingly, "I have a good way to help you learn how to dance quickly. In a while, if you step on me, I'll kiss you once."

"What …" She looked at him blankly.

What the hell was he doing?

She wore high-heeled shoes, and her gait was unsteady. This posture almost caused her to exert all of her strength onto him.

Naturally, he led her to the center of the dance floor.

Their appearance immediately became the focus of attention.

She was so nervous that she kicked him hard as soon as she took a step from side to side.

He kept his promise. Before she could respond, he bent his head and kissed her lips.