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Chapter 62 The Ball

While Patricia was lowering her eyes, Marilyn looked at her and couldn't help being distracted. It was

no wonder that the president was so concerned about Patricia, even though she was just a newcomer.

In addition to her absolute talent, Patricia had a characteristic that many noble ladies have never had.

She also had a delicate face...

As soon as the car door opened, Matthew firstly saw a small foot wearing bright crystal high-heeled

shoe and a slender pretty leg.

In the next moment, he saw Patricia stepping off the car, wearing a pure white off-shoulder long skirt,

with her beautiful collarbones looming. The skirt was as white as transparent, but not exposed her body

at all. This skirt reflected light slightly, just like angel wings.

The hem of the skirt showed an arc from high to low, and it gracefully puffed up, revealing the young

girl's fair and slender jade-like legs. Its skirts were inset with diamonds, and the dots of diamonds were

like countless beautiful morning dews.

Her dark hair hung down on her shoulders. She had clear and bright pupils and delicate eyebrows. Her

long eyelashes quivered slightly. Her fair and flawless skin revealed a faint blush, and her thin lips were

as tender as rose petals.

For a while, Matthew was dumbfounded.

Patricia also attracted a lot of other attention instantly.

Patricia walked slowly to Matthew and waved her hand gently in front of him. "President Crawford?

Anything wrong?"

Matthew shook his head slightly and put one of his hand around Patricia's shoulder.

In the next second, he took a delicate white mask with his other hand and put it on Patricia's face.

Feeling the gentleness and cautiousness of Matthew's movement, Patricia blushed immediately.

Matthew wore a black tailcoat, which perfectly highlighted his gentle and decent disposition.

"Tonight, call me by my name."

Hearing Matthew's words, Patricia's face turned even redder. "Mr. Crawford, isn't that appropriate? You All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

are my superior..."

Matthew put the mask in his hand in Patricia's hands while his face was soft. "Don't forget that, tonight,

you are not my subordinate, but my dancing partner."

Patricia took the mask that Matthew handed over to her and was stunned. "Mr. Crawford, what is this

for?"

Matthew gently covered Patricia's soft lips with his fingers and a soft smile gradually appeared on his

face.

"Put it on for me, and call me Matthew."

After finishing his words, Matthew lowered his head slowly, and stopped until his face was extremely

close to Patricia's.

Patricia felt that as if her face was burnt. She carefully put the mask on Matthew's face, and then put

her hand back.

Many aristocrats gathered at the entrance of the resort-like hotel. They were all wearing expensive

evening dresses and entered the venue one after another.

Matthew was standing by Patricia. He put his hand on her waist, and looked at her suggestively. "My

princess, it's time for us to enter."

Patricia was slightly stunned for a moment, and then she held Matthew's arm.

They walked towards the door step by step. When they reached the door, Marilyn hurriedly handed the

invitation letter to the greeter at the door.

The greeter glanced at Patricia and then smiled at Matthew slightly. "Mr. Crawford's partner is so

beautiful."

Matthew slightly nodded. "Thank you for the compliment. I think so too."

Patricia followed Matthew into the huge dance scene, where warm lights and beautiful music were

everywhere.

A white piano was placed in the front of the stage, and the pianist sitting there was playing beautiful

music, intoxicated with the melody.

Looking at the crowd who were talking and laughing, and the dazzling array of delicacies, Patricia

gradually became serious.

The Coleman family was well known as a noble one in the imperial capital, but her parents had never

brought her to such occasions and such a ball.

Not even once...

Because wherever her parents went, they would take her outstanding sister with them. And she had

always been at home waiting for them to come back.

She had to wait for her sister to come back and listened to her describing the beauty outside world.

And this time, she actually came to a place full of mystery that she always wanted to come to when she

was a child.

But she didn't know why it was not as beautiful as she had imagined.

She looked at the men and women at the ball, who wore lover's masks, each of which looked different.

It seemed that as if they were afraid of making a mistake in finding their partners.

"Patricia, what's on your mind?"

Matthew turned to look at Patricia, full of worry.

Patricia's thoughts were instantly pulled back, and she gently shook her head at Matthew. "President

Crawford, I'm sorry. I was absent-minded."

Matthew smiled at Patricia. "Patricia, please allow me to call you like this. And I will remind you again

that tonight you should call me Matthew. Calling me President Crawford makes me feel strange."

Patricia lowered her eyes, with an unnatural expression on her face. "Matthew."

Hearing Patricia's extremely low voice, Matthew narrowed his eyes and laughed.

He reached out his hand and rubbed her head. "Now it's right."

The spotlight on the stage gradually gathered, and then slowly cast on the man and woman who were

holding hands on the stage.

In the spotlight, the man had the deep and cold eyes and the aristocratic disposition that made people

instantly fascinated. He had stylish thin lips, perfect contours and delicate features like ceramics. His

black suit looked tailor-made on his body, outlining his particularly slender waist.

The woman holding him by the side was dressed in blue and purple. This dress had dark manjusaka

patterns, and it was embroidered with intricate patterns on the shoulders. The purple belt was

embroidered with butterflies, setting off the slender woman. Her long black hair was loosely twisted into

a bun, with a few strands of long hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, and a butterfly-shaped

hairpin stuck in her head. Her dark eyes looked as soft as water, and her face was decorated with a

gentle smile. She was just like a gentle fairy.

They wore black masks with unique designs on their faces.

"Today, let's have fun."

The man raised the wine glass in his hand, then clinked with the woman's. They drank the red wine in

one gulp.

The atmosphere under the stage was also instantly ignited. They raised their wine glasses and cheered

happily.

Although the man and the woman on the stage were wearing masks, everyone under the stage knew

who they were.

Except for Patricia, who was confused from the very beginning.

Patricia's eyes lost focus for an instant. The magnetic voice of the man on the stage just seemed to

overlap with a voice deep in her memory.

But she couldn't remember it for a while. She just felt a little familiar with that voice, and that voice

somehow made her feel scared and want to hide!