"Hi! Nice to meet you! "
Just when Connor was hesitating whether he should eat a small jar of caviar when everyone's attention was on the ball, he heard a clear voice.
When Connor narrowed his eyes and turned his head in the direction of the voice, he was instantly stunned.
It was a young woman in a lavender evening gown. She had fair and tender skin, a bright and exquisite face, a tall and curvy figure, and bright red hair that was as smooth as fire. Her azure eyes were incomparably deep.
"A peerless beauty?" A thought suddenly popped up in Connor's mind, and Connor quickly came back to his senses.
"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady!" Connor greeted her politely with a smile. The unknown woman in front of him was so beautiful that he wanted to commit a crime. Although Connor had seen many beautiful and sexy women like Victoria's Secret on the Internet on Earth, Connor couldn't help but be immersed in the beauty of the woman in front of him at this moment.
"My name is Marguerite. Nice to meet you here!" The woman who called herself "Marguerite" smiled and reached out her right hand.
Connor hesitated for a second, then slightly lowered his head. He gently held Marguerite's right hand with both hands and kissed the back of Marguerite's hand.
"My name is Connor Ferguson! It's also nice to meet you, Miss Marguerite. To be honest, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life! "Connor complimented sincerely.
"Mr. Connor, thank you so much for your compliment! It seems that you don't have a dance partner? "Marguerite asked with a charming smile.
"Yes. As you can see, I don't know many women here." Connor shrugged slightly, and seemed a little embarrassed.
"I don't have a dance partner either …" Marguerite said in a low voice, then looked at Connor quietly with a charming smile on her face.
Connor was struck dumb for a second, then immediately bowed to her. "Beautiful Marguerite, please allow me to dance with you!"
"Sure!" Marguerite didn't reject Connor's invitation. She put her hand on Connor's hand.
Walking down the dance floor, accompanied by the lively and joyful music, Connor held Marguerite's soft waist with one hand and her shoulder with the other and started to dance according to the movements of the "Byzantine court dance" in his memory.
"Sorry!" Feeling that he had stepped on his partner's little foot, Conor's old face immediately turned red and he said apologetically,
"It's okay, Mr. Connor. Is this your first time dancing?" Marguerite had a curious expression on her face. She hesitated for a while and asked.
"No, no. When I was in my hometown, Flosinone City in the east of the empire, I often danced when I attended banquets. But when I came to Loen to study, I rarely attended banquets and naturally forgot my dancing skills!" Hearing Marguerite's question in his arms, Connor had an awkward expression on his face. He pondered for a while and said,
Connor's words were mostly true. When the original Connor Ferguson was in his hometown, Flosinone City, because his finances weren't cut off by the old Connor Ferguson, he could naturally attend banquets and dance frequently and squander money like water. After coming to Loen to study, the pitiful Connor Ferguson had no choice but to reduce the number of banquets he attended because he only had thirty pounds a month for his living expenses. However, the real reason for Connor's terrible dancing skills was that when the pitiful Connor was on Earth, he was only a bitter web novelist. He struggled to make ends meet every day, so how could he have the time and energy to learn social skills like dancing?
"Mr. Connor, you're still studying?" Marguerite's gentle voice had an obvious hint of surprise.
Connor nodded and said in a deep voice, "History Department at Grimm University. George and I were classmates."
"So Mr. Connor is a top student at Grimm University. How enviable. But since you chose the unpopular History Department, it looks like Mr. Connor's family is either a noble or a wealthy merchant?" Marguerite said with a chuckle.
Connor pondered for a moment, nodded, and said vaguely, "A little of both!"
For some reason, although Marguerite said that she was envious, Connor didn't feel any envy from her eyes. Furthermore, Connor had a premonition that Marguerite, who he was hugging, knew of his identity and background. Although there was no evidence to prove his premonition, Connor's premonition was very, very strong.
Although he didn't look around, Connor could feel the jealous gazes of the men around him that wished they could kick him away and replace him. This made Connor's mind spin rapidly. Connor wasn't a fool who was infatuated with lust, nor was he a pervert who decided on the bigger head. After being momentarily stunned by Marguerite's beauty, Connor kept thinking about a question. Why did Marguerite find him as a dance partner?
If the answer was appearance, Connor felt that he was a handsome man with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, a tall and straight figure, full of heroic spirit, but he wasn't handsome to the point that everyone loved him. There were at least two or three young handsome men in the banquet who were more handsome than him.
As for the rest, Connor was even more puzzled. Under the circumstances of not knowing a person, was wearing accessories the most direct way to determine whether a person was rich or not? His entire body was worth about five pounds. In the entire banquet hall, he was definitely below average. If Marguerite wanted to hook up with rich men, he reckoned that he wouldn't even be able to get a number!
And if Marguerite knew of his identity and background, then she shouldn't have come to provoke him. Although the Ferguson family was a Count, they were already on the verge of decline. And in this banquet hall, Connor knew that there were one or two wealthy Marquis heirs. Coincidentally, the two Marquis heirs were greedily looking at Marguerite, who was in his embrace.
With Marguerite's beauty and temperament, he believed that no man in this banquet hall would reject her! Why did she choose him?
This huge question kept repeating in Connor's mind. Connor had no idea what was going on.
As the saying goes, "When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!" There must be something wrong with Marguerite looking for him!
On the surface, Connor maintained a polite smile and danced with Connor to the cheerful music, but in his heart, he was constantly deliberating. Finally, when the music was about to end, Connor made a decision. He asked tentatively, "Miss Marguerite, you are …?"
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