Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 227 You Did It on Purpose

Everyone clapped, and Anastasia hesitated for a moment as she looked at Christian's outstretched hand, furrowing her brows slightly.

Christian stood there gracefully, bending slightly.

With all the eyes on her, Anastasia forced a stiff smile and extended her hand lightly to meet his.

Christian stared intently into her eyes, holding her hand tightly.

Ever since he saw her dancing with Oscar, his heart had been filled with dissatisfaction.

Now it was finally his turn.

He wanted to show her what a perfect dance partner he could be!

He led her to the center of the dance floor.

The room fell silent instantly.

Her beautiful features were like an addiction, never enough for him to look at. Christian gently placed his hand on her slender waist, his gaze fixed on her. The music started, and the lights focused on them.

It felt as though a misty glow enveloped them, leaving only the two of them in their own world.

The music played a slow and melodious tune, and Anastasia's delicate eyes drooped slightly, revealing no emotion.

Christian's heart skipped a beat, and his steps faltered, accidentally stepping on Anastasia's foot.

Anastasia glared at him, her voice low as she spoke, "You did that on purpose?"

Christian pursed his lips, his jawline defined. He looked somewhat unnatural.

"No," he replied.

As he looked at her soft and tender lips, he suddenly had the urge to kiss her.

Christian's heart was in chaos, which affected his steps.

But then, he stepped on her foot twice more, making Anastasia angry.

If they weren't in front of so many people, she would have wanted to slap him across the face!

Finally, the music ended.

Applause erupted from the crowd.

Anastasia maintained her stiff smile, nodded, and immediately let go of his hand.

Christian's face turned dark. He knew his performance had been terrible, and she must be angry with him.

She chatted with the person next to her, standing gracefully. With the glamorous roses beside her, she looked even more captivating.

Someone familiar approached Christian, pointing at his phone with a smile.

"Mr. Patterson, you're welcome. I recorded it all for you. You and Anastasia make such a perfect match!"

Christian's expression slightly improved as he smiled and nodded.

"Thank you."

Soon, the short video started circulating rapidly on Instagram.

The ex-husband and ex-wife, who were supposed to be the perfect couple, displayed no chemistry in their dance. No eye contact, no emotional connection. They instantly became an example of what not to do online.

Especially when Christian stepped on Anastasia's feet several times, the way she warned him with her eyes was simply too funny.

The previous video of Anastasia dancing passionately with Oscar at the bar was also found.

When netizens compared the two, they exclaimed, "No wonder their marriage ended!"

Christian had no idea about any of this. He actually thought his dance with Anastasia would become a heartwarming story!

Seeing her chatting happily with others, he suddenly felt a pang of discomfort.

He walked over, and the man Anastasia was chatting with immediately shifted his attention.

"Mr. Patterson, we were just saying how your artificial intelligence project is so advanced. It's worthy of celebration. May I propose a toast to you?"

Christian raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anastasia.

Anastasia smiled and picked up the glass of red wine in her hand, ready to take a sip, but Christian stopped her.

"Wait, let me drink it for you."

Anastasia took a deep breath. She thought, "Is this guy serious?

I can hold my liquor perfectly fine. I don't need him to drink on my behalf at all!"