"What?" Carleena was confused.
"I mean… we should be friends," said Lucien seriously.
"… I heard you…" Carleena put on quite a few facial expressions within a few seconds. Finally, she put on a delicate and charming look, and her big eyes stared at Lucien's face with some tears in it, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Peter. I've troubled you this much."
Although most guys would probably be touched by the way she looked right now, Lucien was an exception. He was still wearing the polite smile, "I really appreciate your affection. But you're just not the type I like. I'm sorry."
The song gradually ended. Carleena looked down, and her tears dropped onto the carpet.
Her nose was a bit stuffy, "I know I'm only a widow, and I don't deserve you, Mr. Peter. Anyway, I've told you my feelings toward you. Thank you for dancing with me. Feel free to come back to Ural in the future."
When the music stopped, Carleen quickly turned around and left the dancing floor.
