Volume 2 Amber Chapter 92: Waltz Under the Moon
Young Master of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce?
Chen Lun didn't know Noah's identity.
He suddenly thought of Rosa, whom he met at the black market at the port. Could there be any connection between the two... ?
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jack, hehe."
After Walsh's introduction, Noah reluctantly put down his cutlery, lowered his head and held out his hand to Chen Lun. He looked shy, with cream still on the corners of his mouth.
"Me too, Mr. Noah."
Chen Lun shook hands with him politely.
Walsh glanced around, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and stood on tiptoe to wipe the cream off Noah's mouth. Noah scratched the back of his head and said thank you shyly.
"Ohh! Happy birthday!"
At this time the guests began to cheer.
Chen Lun looked over and saw Rebecca, surrounded by the crowd, closing her eyes and making a wish, blowing out the candles. Then Viscount Pompey cut the cake, and the maids distributed it to the guests to celebrate together.
Not long after, meal time was over.
"It's time for the dance, everyone please enjoy your time."
After Viscount Pompey finished speaking, the maids cleared the dining table, leaving a spacious reception room. A specially invited small band sat on the middle steps, and the pianist, violinist, drummer and other orchestral musicians took their places one after another.
The clear piano sound rang out, followed by the melodious violin.
At this time, the guests walked into the center of the living room with their partners and danced to the music. Young men and women also formed pairs and joined the dance floor with laughter.
Rebecca dances with her father, Viscount Pompey.
"Rebecca, happy birthday... I'm old, and I'm a little tired after just a few minutes of dancing."
Viscount Pompey joked.
"Thanks, Dad, you're still young."
Rebecca giggled.
The Viscount led Rebecca away from the dance floor, and Lady Pompey came over to greet them. He let go of Rebecca's hand, took his wife's hand, and immediately looked around. Many noble young men and other men were eager to make a move.
"Oh, it seems our daughter is very popular."
Mrs. Pompey laughed.
"It's time for you young people next. Go ahead, Rebecca."
Viscount Pompey patted Rebecca on the shoulder, and the latter nodded shyly.
After the Pompeys entered the dance floor, other young men flocked to Rebecca, ready to invite her to dance. However, most of them chose to back off when they saw Alvin.
Another group of noble children were greeted and the opportunity to dance with Viscount Pompey's daughter was given to Alvin.
Under the gaze of everyone, Alvin took the lead and walked up to Rebecca, gracefully touching his chest and bending over, with his hands raised in support.
"Miss Rebecca, would you please do me the honor of dancing with me?"
Rebecca looked at the young man in front of her and knew that he was Alvin, the nephew of Congressman Lawson, but she had no interest and shook her head politely.
"Thank you, I already have a partner, sorry Mr. Alvin."
Rebecca turned and left without looking back, leaving Alvin frozen in place.
"Alvin was rejected?!"
The others were shocked. They didn't expect Alvin to be rejected so decisively by Rebecca.
Then Rebecca walked straight to a strange black-haired young man, lifted the hem of her skirt, and lowered her head shyly.
"Mr. Jack, would you like to dance with Rebecca...?"
Her voice was nervous, more nervous than ever before.
Connie looked at the Viscount's daughter in front of her. This was the first time she saw Rebecca.
It turns out that Miss Rebecca is so beautiful. She is worthy of being a noble lady, elegant and polite.
She looked at Miss Floyd beside her again, only to find that she pursed her lips slightly and seemed unhappy.
"Of course, Miss Rebecca."
Chen Lun took the hand Rebecca extended to him.
"Your leg injury has healed, and our tutoring sessions are almost over. Let tonight's dance serve as a brief farewell."
When Rebecca heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, and then she felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
All the joy she had previously felt turned into emptiness and sadness.
"Uh-huh."
Rebecca snorted twice through her nose.
Chen Lun pretended not to see the sadness on her face, and smiled as he led her to the dance floor.
"Today is your birthday, Miss Rebecca, be happy."
The band changed to the next song, the tempo slowed down, and only the piano solo was left.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong...
"Even if I'm no longer your teacher, we're still friends."
Chen Lun took her hand, guided her to move, and spoke softly.
"Smile, Rebecca."
Rebecca was suddenly startled. This was the first time Mr. Jack called her by her name.
She looked up and saw the smile on Mr. Jack's face. She couldn't help but be infected by it and the corners of her mouth also rose slightly.
Ding Dong!
The piano pressed down the accent.
Soon the rhythm slowly quickened, and the low string accompaniment of the cello began to join in.
Rebecca and Chen Lun danced to the rhythm of the drums.
For some reason, everyone's eyes on the dance floor were focused on the two of them, as if they were born to be the protagonists. Rebecca's beauty, the tall figure of the black-haired young man, and the temperament of the two blended together and intertwined with the waltz.
As the dance was about to end, Chen Lun took out a small gift box and quietly handed it to Rebecca.
"Happy birthday, Rebecca, this is a teacher's gift."
Rebecca only felt a small box in her hand.
She showed surprise on her face, and gently opened it, and found a tiny silver snake earring inside. The earring was very simple, but the scales on the body were finely carved, and there was an emerald green letter "J" engraved on the snake's head.
"Thank you! Mr. Jack, I like it very much...!"
Rebecca couldn't help but take out the silver snake earrings and put them on her ears impatiently. The touch of silver added a touch of mysterious charm to her.
"As long as you like it."
Chen Lun smiled.
This pair of silver snake earrings was the piece of jewelry that Connie made herself last night.
He plans to make a set of his own tokens as proof of the team's identity. Although it is just symbolic, it has a deeper meaning.
For example, the silver snake earrings given to Rebecca may not have any apparent use now, but in the future, they may be a means of protecting her.
If Chen Lun doesn't even have this little bit of confidence, then he would be unworthy of calling himself a member of the "army of time travelers".
After the dance.
The dinner was coming to an end.
Viscount and Viscount Pompey saw the guests off at the door, and Walsh followed Master Noah to Chen Lun.
"Mr. Jack, let's go out and play together when we have a chance."
The chubby Noah was a little shy, but with Walsh's encouragement, he still invited Chen Lun.
"Of course, Mr. Noah."
Chen Lun took off his hat and spoke softly.
Noah said goodbye to him and left with Walsh.
Chen Lun looked at his back deeply.
It was not difficult to see from the banquet just now that other people did not want to deal with Noah. Even though his status was not low, his appearance was too ugly. The nobles who claimed to be elegant were unwilling to make friends with such a person.
Connie and Floyd stood by in silence.
The whole banquet seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Connie felt a little disappointed because no man came to talk to her. She knew it was because she was not pretty enough, had freckles on her face, had no power or background, and was just a low-class girl from the outer city.
She glanced silently at Miss Floyd.
When Mr. Jack and Miss Rebecca were dancing together just now, she noticed that Miss Floy was in a bad . Although many men had invited Miss Floy, she just declined politely, and her tone and attitude were not as gentle as before, but too cold.
"Why would Miss Floyd be unhappy?"
Connie thought.
She began to recall what had happened before, and it seemed that every time she mentioned Miss Rebecca, Miss Floyd would inadvertently interrupt her.
It's like I don't want to see Mr. Jack getting close to other women.
A guess popped up in Connie's mind, and she hesitated, ready to ask.
"He and I...are not siblings, Connie. I used to live in darkness and pain, and he saved me. He is not a brother, but he is better than a brother."
Floy seemed to know what Connie wanted to ask and spoke first.
Her voice was still as ethereal, but her tone was not as calm.
Connie understood.
Miss Floyd might, should, possibly... be jealous.
The three of them returned to Jack's manor in their own carriage.
Floy was silent all the way.
Connie wanted to say something but stopped herself. She looked at Miss Floyd beside her, then at Mr. Jack opposite her, and finally she gave up .
This surprised Chen Lun a little.
When the three were about to step into the villa gate, Chen Lun suddenly stopped.
"I'm sorry, Floy, it's not that I didn't want to dance with you at the party just now..."
A smile appeared on his face.
"It's just that I don't like that kind of occasion. I think the best stage is under the moonlight like this, with just the two of us."
Floy was slightly startled.
Connie also covered her mouth.
Chen Lun took off his hat, solemnly extended his hand and made a standard invitation gesture.
"Miss Floyd, will you dance with me?"
Boom boom!
Floy's heart skipped a beat.
She pursed her lips and was silent for a while.
Then she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and curtseyed seriously.
"With pleasure, sir."
Floy extended her hand and placed it in Chen Lun's palm.
Connie held her breath and watched Mr. Jack pulling Miss Floyd and spinning around in the open space of the manor.
The purple moon hangs high in the sky, shedding its tenderness.
A cheerful harmonica sound came from nowhere and drifted into the manor, accompanying the two people under the moon.
Floy felt happy and danced to the other person's rhythm.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and her heart beat faster.
The adopted little white cat, Bib, jumped into the dance circle of the two people, and followed and jumped curiously at their feet.
The palms of hands touching each other are like the slowest moment in the world, time stops for a moment, just like half a painting in amber under the starry sky.
Standing on tiptoe is the moment when the heart beats the fastest, and the melody is in rhythm with it, writing a poem for two people under the moon.
This scene was deeply imprinted in Connie's mind.
"Perhaps Miss Floyd and Mr. Jack are a better match."
She thought secretly.
The waltz under the moon ends.
Floy's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lifted her skirt to salute Chen Lun again.
In the corner outside the manor, a blond young man put down the harmonica in his hand, chuckled, and slowly left.
"I'm sorry, I've never danced before..."
Floy said.
"It's okay, this is a good experience, isn't it?"
Chen Lun said.
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The three of them entered the villa and Floy returned to her room.
The blush on her face had not yet faded, and she walked straight to the window and looked up at the purple moon.
"You can't die yet, Floy..."
Floy murmured.
She raised her hand, feeling the residual warmth of the hand they had just held, but blood could not stop flowing from the corners of her mouth and eyes.
