The lights flickered.
Nicole gently shook the glass of wine and stood in front of the railing on the second floor. She watched the pretentious exchange of pleasantries of the people below.
Eric, who was walking over not far away, looked up at that instant and suddenly met Nicole's clear and cold gaze.
Nicole faintly retracted her gaze and ignored the discomfort in her heart. That kiss on the dance floor earlier made the crowd gasp. No one cared which of them actually made the wrong move at the end of the dance. They were just waiting for a good show to happen between the ex-couple.
Any reaction on either of them would lead to endless speculation.
Thus, at the moment their lips touched, Nicole instantly turned her face to the side. Fortunately, the music stopped and she drew back in time. She glanced coldly at Eric and turned away without looking back.
Keith was joking with several people around Eric. After sending them away, he let out a sigh of relief and looked at Eric, who had a cold and noble temperament. Keith frowned when he remembered the scene earlier and subconsciously blurted out. "You did that on purpose during the dance, right?"
Others might not be able to tell, but he knew that Nicole’s beat was on point. The problem was with Eric.
Eric grew up in the gentry circle and received elite education on all sorts of social etiquette. How could he be slow to react during the dance?
'Could it be intentional?' Keith thought.
Eric's dark eyes swept over Keith. His face was taut as he said, "No."
"That's good. Don't even think about that woman. I think I lost my mind to think so. That woman must've done it on purpose. Hmph! She surely is good at scheming!"
Of course, Keith believed his best friend's words unconditionally.
Thus, those seeds of doubt disappeared in an instant.
The second floor of the banquet hall.
Grant was networking elsewhere while Nicole felt bored and looked around. Suddenly, she saw someone waving at her from the doorway. The corners of her lips curved up into a smile as she waved back in response. Ian Carter soon arrived in front of her.
"Carter, you're late..."
Ian leaned nonchalantly on the railing looking relaxed and unrestrained. "Well, I come whenever I want to. If
I hadn't heard that you were here too, I wouldn't have bothered to attend such an event."
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