unresponsive love

Chapter 258 The Face Under the Mask

one year later.

USA, Dallas city.

In the masquerade ball where famous and warm gentlemen from the upper class gathered, the melodious and graceful music was moving and smooth, the ball was arranged magnificently and luxuriously, the scene was lively and elegant, and there was a sense of nobility spreading out.

Beside the handrail fence on the second floor, the man was wearing a double coat with a stand-up collar, dark gray gloves and boots, with one hand in his trouser pocket.

He is tall and proud, with half a silver mask covering the right part of his face, but judging from the sharp three-dimensional outline on the other side, it is not difficult to detect that he is a favorite of God.

Just standing there, with just one profile, one height, and a pair of deep eyes like ink, attracted countless eyes, and lured celebrities wearing various masks to flock to her.

"Who is he? How come I've never seen it before?"

"Looks like an Asian."

"Extraordinary temperament, I guess he must have a lot of background."

"Why haven't I heard that there will be such a fresh face in tonight's ball?"

During the ball, ladies with different beautiful masks on their faces were talking secretly in English.

The man's figure was aloof and dignified, with an incomparable feeling of overlooking the emperor, his indifferent eyes swept across the women present one by one.

Surprised by his gaze, some women lowered their heads shyly, and some women couldn't help being tempted to strike up a conversation, but those beautiful and beautiful masks didn't make him feel the slightest bit of interest, they looked unmoved, indifferent When it gets down to the bone, it makes people dare not approach easily, and stops at sight.

His eyes flicked across the crowd on the first floor calmly, and finally, his eyes fixed on the woman wearing a clown mask on the sofa behind the crowd at the other end.

The woman was wearing an elegant and wild flaming red backless dress, with high hair, a pair of three-inch high crystal high-heeled shoes, and dazzling diamond earrings as the best embellishment. Only the clown mask was extremely unsuitable. Very awkward.

She is the only one who wears such a ridiculous mask in this kind of high-end place where famous gentlemen and wealthy daughters gather.

She sat lazily on the sofa, holding a goblet filled with bright red liquid in her white hand.

As if sensing his sight, she raised her eyes slightly, and looked up at him casually, her casual gaze, but her eyes were full of seductive allure, people couldn't help but go deep and peep into the secret deep in her eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other, separated by the crowd and the distance, but it seems that each of them is reflected in their own eyes, looking into the depths of the soul.

His deep, whirlpool-like pupils seemed to be a huge black hole, and once they looked up, they would involuntarily fall into them.

Just looking at each other, she quickly withdrew her gaze, and slightly hooked her lower lip, like a very elegant and elegant woman, raised the goblet in her hand politely and unfamiliarly, and gave him a shallow gesture.

Then, take a sip of the precious red wine in the glass.

His eyes seemed to be smiling, laughing at her not daring to look at each other, laughing at her frustration, laughing at her eagerness to find something else to divert her attention, and not daring to look at him calmly.

As if she could feel that he was laughing, she seemed to be irritated, and she frowned lightly in annoyance. She was so stubborn that she could not back down, and continued to raise her eyes to stare at him.

During the entire dance tonight, she was frequently watched by the owner of those deep black eyes. Wherever she went, his sight seemed to be able to follow her, and she couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to.

Simply, she simply sat here generously, allowing him to watch and admire as much as he wanted.

The corner of his lips seemed to be hooked, and it seemed that he could only see her in his eyes.

Suddenly, he stepped forward with his slender and straight legs, and stepped down the long steps covered with a deep red carpet. His arrogant and tall figure, with a clear and aloof and calm aura, did not belong to this ball at all, and even The unexpected intruder whose name is not known, but deprived of all the aura.

His innate noble and extraordinary temperament is so unique that no one can ignore it. It condenses thousands of glorious rays of light and becomes an eye-catching landscape.

"Sir, may I ask you to dance?" A woman wearing a peacock mask came to him politely and extended an invitation.

But he didn't seem to see her, and his eyes were fixed on the woman on the sofa at the other end without blinking.

Instead, an assistant who was also wearing a mask behind him came forward, slightly gentlemanly nodded, smiled apologetically, and said in standard English, "I'm sorry."

Faced with rejection, the woman curled her lips in disappointment, turned and walked aside.

Seeing the man approaching her step by step, the woman on the sofa raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up playfully, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Finally pacing, he came to her.

Looking at her star-like eyes, a sense of familiarity came over the sky, reaching the depths of his heart and filling the void in his heart.

He slightly hooked his lips, and stretched out his broad and strong palm towards her, "Miss, can I ask you to dance?"

The tall figure was fixed in front of him, bringing an invisible sense of oppression, but his eyes were so gentle, soft like water.

Looking up, she lazily looked at his handsome face covered by half a mask. She leaned against the sofa, smiling charmingly in her eyes, just like his assistant just now, she nodded slightly as a signal, and pursed her lips in apology, "I'm sorry."

Her voice was nice, even familiar to him, but it wasn't the voice he had heard for more than ten years, it was just a bit similar.

Hearing her refusal, he smiled indifferently, and said in a charming voice like red wine, "It's okay."

The conversation was light and rambling, neither painful nor itchy. He seemed to be used to silence and didn't say much, but his pair of deep eyes never moved away from her, making it impossible to guess his intentions. What is it.

The woman on the sofa seemed to feel bored. Putting down the goblet, she stood up and nodded to him, "Sorry, I'm going to find my friend first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his answer, she turned and left, but he stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

With his back facing him, the temperature of his palm passed from his wrist, reaching the bottom of her heart.

Turning back slowly, she raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Sir?"

"I think you look like someone I know well." He said suddenly.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, she smiled slowly, and raised her eyebrows meaningfully, "Oh?"

He looked at her deeply, "I've been looking for her for a long time."

"Then you found it?"

"Not yet." With the reflections of the two shaking on the ground, he stepped forward and approached her slightly, "But I think she is right in front of my eyes now."

Taking a step back, she smiled and said, "Unfortunately, unfortunately I am not."

Suddenly, he stretched out another big palm in front of her. The broad palm almost covered her entire face, trying to remove the clown mask from her face.

Just when he was about to touch the mask, she stretched out her hand in vain, stopped him, and pushed his hand aside, with a smile still on her lips, "Don't you think this is inappropriate, sir?"

"Sorry, I'm very curious about the face under your mask." He stared at her, his red lips slightly curled up, "I can't help but want to see the face under your mask."

"But that's not what a gentleman should do."

"I know."

"..."

The smile on the corner of her mouth was a little stiff, and a look of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and she looked at him with neurotic eyes, full of unreasonableness.

How could anyone admit it so generously?Now that you know it, you shouldn't do it.

What's more, being watched by a man's eyes frequently makes anyone feel uncomfortable, even weird.

As if she didn't want to continue entangled with him, she pushed him away and grabbed her wrist, and she said, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving."

"Are you so scared that you want to run away?" He seemed to be provoking her deliberately.

As if hearing some funny joke, she laughed, "Fleeing?"

The corners of his lips curled slightly, "Otherwise, why don't you dare to see people with your true face?"

"I'm just afraid of people like you who want to sexually harass me." At tonight's dance party, he kept disturbing her with his eyes and staring at her. Can he be sued as sexual harassment?

There was a smile that was so faint that it was so faint that it was not easy to detect. His tone was indifferent, but full of deep meaning, "So, you must be a very beautiful person."

"If you want to strike up a conversation, you should avoid it." Staring at him, she warned unceremoniously, "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't been invited to this dance, if you don't go out, I can call the security guard Get you out."

Very scary threat.

Casually, he easily kicked the question back, "If that's the case, why haven't you done this yet?"

"I'm giving you a chance." Her eyes were slightly cold, and she said coldly, "Leave quickly if you are sensible, this kind of high-end place is not so casual, and being caught by the security guards is not just as simple as being thrown out."

Judging from her tone, it seems that she often attends such places, just like other people in this dance.

There was a strange look in his deep eyes, and he asked slowly, "Are you worried about me?"

Her eyes became colder, "Maybe you feel too good about yourself."

She just doesn't bother to take care of such superfluous business, besides, what kind of gangster logic is he doing?

"Maybe, after seeing your face, you will know if I feel too good." He stretched out his palm again, without doubt, "I want to see your face."

Clearly seeing some inexplicable emotion surging in his eyes, the dark eyes were like whirlpools trying to suck her in, she frowned slightly, "What can I do if I look at my face?"

"I can't do anything." He wondered if that familiar face still had the scar that suffocated him...

"That's it. If there's nothing else to do, there's no need to read it."

"But you make me feel very familiar." The big palm caressed her face wearing a clown mask, caressing her eyes and her lips, "Your eyes and your mouth make me feel very familiar."

A look of astonishment flashed across her eyes quickly, and her body stiffened for a while.

And he didn't ask her any more, and took off the mask on her face casually.

Slowly, the clown mask moved away from her face, and when she realized that she wanted to stop it, it was too late...

(End of this chapter)