Though Albert ended his sentence with a question, the tone was one that brooked no refusal, full of authority that left her momentarily speechless.
She could dance, and she was very good at it. Her mother had been a renowned dancer in her time, though she had worked in a nightclub. Before her mother died, she told her not to dance in front of men, because… being too beautiful would invite too much trouble.
She had only danced for Vincent and Marc. She danced for Vincent because, at that time, she truly believed he would be the man she could rely on for the rest of her life, and she freely showed him her beauty without holding back.
She danced for Marc purely to fulfill his unrequited love for her mother. In return, Marc had taught her his art without hesitation. She traded her dance for his medical expertise.
When she remained silent for a long time, his voice suddenly turned cold.
"What is it? You don't want to?"
