Grayson Peyton still remembers that night when she said she couldn't dance. He half-believed, half-doubted, hesitated for a moment and decided to believe her.
For some reason, he just wanted to get close to her.
Thinking of this, his eyes deepened as they fell on her slightly bulging belly. Although not very obvious, if you looked closely, you could tell that her stomach was a bit protruding... pregnant.
"Mr. Peyton, I don't have time." She stepped back, glanced at him, "I really can't dance, and I don't want to learn."
To be honest, it's not that she can't dance.
She just didn't want to dance with him.
For some reason, with a woman's sixth sense, getting close to this man wouldn't bring good things.
"Mr. Peyton, I'm sorry..."
She ignored his extended hand.
Honestly, at the party that night, just because she spoke two words to him, Peggy Carr and Isabelle Nightingale smeared her with "Cherry Blossom Shock" slander.
