NovelEnglishChapter 564 You just Don't Want to Wake Up ewas! Emelie opened her mouth but didn't know what to say she couldn't quite explain how she was feeling. However, Wesley didn't seem to care about what she was feeling.
He said, "Eme, dance foragain. Do the last dance you performed before I went abroad." Emelie hit her lip and looked away but with mirrors on all four sides of the walls, Wesley could still see the rejection on her face. It was a look that wasn't directed at him but at the idea of dancing "I've forgotten it after all these years,” she said.
"I know how good your memory is," he replied.
"My injury isn't fully healed yet," she said.
"The wound healed while we were on the yacht. The doctor confirmed it," Wesley said.
"I'm not dressed for dancing today, Maybe another day" mele continued to argue "You could dance even in your school uniform back then, so why not now?" he said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWesley rarely insisted when she repeatedly relused. However, Emelie just didn't want to move right now.
He dropped his hands. His brown eyes darkened to a deep ander. "Are you still mad atfor lewing you back then?" Imele shook her head "No" wesley continued, "Can my recent act of saving your life make up for my mistake of leaving you? Emelle reiterated and said, "I'm not angry." However, Weste insisted that she wouldn't dance because she was still angry. "If the debt is settled, then you can dance for me?" Dinele burned back and stared at hi What was he talking about? She had already said she wasn't angry.
Wesley raised an eyebrow.
Emelie was silent.
"Do you need music?" Wesley asked.
Emele didn't reply.
However, Wesley picked up a nearby Molin..
Emelie reluctantly kicked off her shors and stood in her socks. Indeed, the polished wooden floor was smooth and perfect for dancing.
Wesley rested the violin on his shoulder. After a moment, he began to play Alexander Greenwood's June's Lullaby. The clear sound of the violin was perfect for this song that depicted summer.
Emelie stood still momentarily before rising on her toes.
She had learned classical dancing as a child, though she hadn't danced much in recent years. But as Wesley had said, she had a good memory and hadn't forgotten the dance moves Initially, she danced awkwardly, but she quickly found her rhythm.
Dechid hands, single-arm, flowing flag, spining, flowersteps, litting hem, and pressing hands. These were all classical dance moves, and Emelie danced them beautifully, blending with the music like a young girl in a green dress dritting on a boat across a summer lake.
Dancing was exercise. No matter how gracefully one danced, it required energy. However, it also served as a great outlet for pent-up mergy. When someone is fully immersed in dancing, it'd make one forget everything else, with no thoughts occupying the mind Emelie initially danced reluctantly, but soon she was fully engaged.
The melody grew richer, and Emelie spun in place. The hem of her cloak flew up, and as the music reached a climax, she spin faster and faster. Wesley put down the violin, but she kept spinning. She was like an unstoppable twister on a lake Wesley didn't interrupt her. He watched her almost masochistically venting her emotions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe spun until she reached her limit, and her legs gave way as she crashed to the floor.
Emel supported herself on the floor, and her head buzzed from, tack of caygen Her chest heaved, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Wesley walked over. "Do you feel better? Emelie looked up while breathing rapidly wesley crouched down and said, "The best way to process emotions is to vent them, not suppress them." Emelie's eyelashes fluttered Wesley looked into her clear eyes and uncovered the facade she had been maintaining with just a sentence.
"You can sleep louter or fifteen hours a day, but in reality, you aren't really fully asleep during most of that time. You just don't want to wake up, do you?" Wesley said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. He had long since called that sleeping was Emelie's way of avoiding reality.
What really was she avoiding? Certainly, it had to be Capobart City, which she didn't like to mention.
tanelle clenched her fingers and lowered her head. After she tooka long tcalming her breath and emotions, she closed her eyes and smiled. Yes. She wasn't really sleep Who could sleep that much? Or rather, she was an alcalde fall asleep, Renta! BARM This Vampire Won't Give Up! Madoka Kitaji/Kodansha Ltd:
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