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"Yeah?"

"Let's dance, babe. Your gloominess is bringing me down," he said, already getting up before she could decline.

Of course, Arabella wasn't having her best days. It seemed like every aspect of her life was crumbling. But she allowed herself to be happy for one night.

For one night, Mason was far away and could not punish her.

Arabella did not refuse; she loved to dance. In fact, that was one of her qualities. Years ago, in her childhood, the beautiful woman had been a dancer. She would have loved to continue, maybe even made it her profession. However, as always, past disputes always haunted her, and she had to marry to save the family.

Leaving their drinks on the table, Will and his friend made their way to the dance floor, joining the sweaty, energetic bodies.

It did not take long for them to get into the groove too, moving as if they were choreographing a dance. It was a beautiful sight. Will and Arabella had synchronization, rhythm, connection, passion. She was pure sensu